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You fill yourself up
Just to let it all out
The choices you make
Don’t seem to cover the doubt
And everything you are
Is spilled out on the floor
Cause there’s too much to these scars
And you wish your life was worth more
You say you’d trade places
With the poor and the weak
Because within looking at their faces
You know there are similarities to the reasons why you bleed
You’ rather carry this burden on your back
As an effort of labor
Instead of getting lost and loosing track
Of you self destructive behavior
You’d rather drink water
Colored by the silt of the Earth
Than feel the way you always feel
Asking God for an explanation of your birth
And you would rather slave all day
Underneath the blistering sun
Instead of always pretending to pray
And never ceasing to run
But what is the pain
Of misery?
The song of tears
The bittersweet symphony
Remember how the sun shines
And lifts you up?
Adding color to the ground
Opening windows of trust
But, it’s cold at night
When you lie in your bed
But not as cold
As the thoughts inside of my head
If I think
That I’ve got it bad
Missing things
That some have never had
Selfish me
Selfish you
Pen on paper
And 2X2
There’s money in my wallet
Taken from the bank
In the middle of my town
To some, seems quite swank
I’ll send a dove your way
I’ll send some love your way
Cause I see my selfish struggles
And can’t imagine your growing pain

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