"I'm going to make it through this year if it
Down on your knees.
Eyes ahead.
Searching for answers.
That
I'm so far away from where I want to be.
I refuse to play your game.
Conforming to fit in?
That's not
The fear has been implanted into each one of our
We cover ourselves up.
Hide our truths from this cold heartless
How much longer can we engage in these cat and
To teach a hundred
With split lips, shin-splints and sore throats.
With
A bloodthirsty monster
The painting on the wall tells us all
It's in the way that I can't taste. And how
Nothing I'm saying is getting through. No matter how much
Not everything came out the way I planned. Misconstrued words
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