There's no hiding for me. I'm forced to deal with what I feel
Sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away. Either way you're by my side until my dying days
Dear friend, here we are again pretending To understand how you think your world is ending
I can't believe how much I hate, Pressures of a new place roll my way
I'm a pro at imperfections and I'm best friends with my doubt
I try desperately to run through the sand, As I hold the water In the palm of my hand. Cause it's all that I have
Wake up, you need to make money.
Let's take this a second at a time, Let's take this one song, this one rhyme
I wanted to be a better brother, better son. Wanted to be a better adversary to the evil I have done
What if my dream does not happen? Would I just change what I've told my friends?
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