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Oh don't fret
Baby girl just keep quiet
I know I always try to take back control

Control of the narrative
Round how you see me
Whether I'm too fragile to continue on

We don't sleep
'Cause my bed's on an incline
And one of us is always on the brink of falling off

But when I close my eyes
The only dream I ever have
Is of a crooked child thinking he's standing up straight

I can't seem to get out of the way of my foolish pride
Ignore my wounds, patch 'em up with duct tape, it's all a part of the ride
We're taught to be soldiers but soldiers are likely to die if they're in the blind
Better to face my fears now then to leave 'em behind

I know now
My life could be a tragedy
If I didn't let my guard down every once in a while

Say my piece
And just let it be
I won't worry about every single perfect word

I can't seem to get out of the way of my foolish pride
Ignore my wounds, patch 'em up with duct tape, it's all a part of the ride
We're taught to be soldiers but soldiers are likely to die if they're in the blind
Better to face my fears now then to push 'em aside



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Writer(s): Riley Timmer
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