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It's time
To live and let go
Create and destroy
Is all we know
Still we lie awake and allert
Relentlessness given at birth
And we must rise up, stand tall
Still we must stay strong, fight on
And all of this vicous, malicious, pretentious insight
You supposedly have of me
And I am Pretending, still mending the wounds, the scars
That you weren't meant to see
Im fed up and now
This is finally done
Walking blind tryna find my way back
Home
My way back home
This enxiety
Is out of my conontrol
My head is spinning but i
Cant feel my face at all
Face your deamons stand beside me as we go to war
There is no way back to the way things was before
And all of this vicous, malicious, pretentious insight
You supposedly have of me
And I am Pretending, still mending the wounds, the scars
That you weren't meant to see
Im fed up and now
This is finally done
Walking blind tryna find my way back
Home
Let go of your temptations
And things you belived in before
The time has ended
The book has been written from the
Pages that you tore
Run
And all of this vicous, malicious, pretentious insight
You supposedly have of me
And I am Pretending, still mending the wounds, the scars
That you weren't meant to see
Im fed up and now
This is finally done
Walking blind
Tryna find my way back
Home
Way back home
I need to find
My way back home
To live and let go
Create and destroy
Is all we know
Still we lie awake and allert
Relentlessness given at birth
And we must rise up, stand tall
Still we must stay strong, fight on
And all of this vicous, malicious, pretentious insight
You supposedly have of me
And I am Pretending, still mending the wounds, the scars
That you weren't meant to see
Im fed up and now
This is finally done
Walking blind tryna find my way back
Home
My way back home
This enxiety
Is out of my conontrol
My head is spinning but i
Cant feel my face at all
Face your deamons stand beside me as we go to war
There is no way back to the way things was before
And all of this vicous, malicious, pretentious insight
You supposedly have of me
And I am Pretending, still mending the wounds, the scars
That you weren't meant to see
Im fed up and now
This is finally done
Walking blind tryna find my way back
Home
Let go of your temptations
And things you belived in before
The time has ended
The book has been written from the
Pages that you tore
Run
And all of this vicous, malicious, pretentious insight
You supposedly have of me
And I am Pretending, still mending the wounds, the scars
That you weren't meant to see
Im fed up and now
This is finally done
Walking blind
Tryna find my way back
Home
Way back home
I need to find
My way back home
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