| You said I’d never survive, dreaming kept me alive
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| Every step of my life
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| Skipped confirmation day, 16 a runaway
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| Living this nasty dream
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| Shrinks try to tell me I’m normal
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| Skin’s thick like I am immortal
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| In my chest is a grave
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| I’ll burry every thought of you
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| I won’t ever be a slave
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| I’ll burry every thought of you
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| Parents fought all of the time, 2 weeks at either home
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| Slept on the streets alone
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| I’d disappear for weeks, wouldn’t pick up the phone
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| My life became my pen and paper, now it is my home
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| Inside I knew this wasn’t normal
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| In my chest is a grave
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| I’ll burry every thought of you
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| I won’t ever be a slave
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| I’ll burry every thought of you
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| In my chest is a grave
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| I’ll burry every thought of you
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| In my chest is a grave
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| I’ll burry every thought of you
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| I won’t ever be a slave
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| I’ll burry every thought of you
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| Fighting, and tears we shed
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| These nails became my bed
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| Explode, took all I can
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| This boy, became a man
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| Walk away, the memory lives
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| Shovel dirt, we all forgive
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| Fireworks, light up the sky
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| Shut the coffin, let it die
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| Fighting, and tears we shed
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| These nails became my bed
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| Explode, took all I can
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| This boy, became a man
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| Walk away, the memory lives
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| Shovel dirt, we all forgive
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| Fireworks, light up the sky
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| Shut the coffin, let it die
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| In my chest is a grave
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| In my chest is a grave |