| In my history, certain things kept inside.
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| In my lifetime, certain actions, I don’t take pride.
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| Push it away, my solution as a constant, every time.
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| Communication, break all ties,
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| Without a single shred of remorse.
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| Block all contact, stay my course.
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| Push it away, my reaction, without failure, every time.
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| Block it right out, every person, every problem.
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| Tired of just running away, time to confront what’s mine.
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| Tired of just running away, time to confront what’s mine.
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| No resolution, nothing solved.
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| With no closure, legs left to stand,
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| Allow all distractions, take my command.
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| Push it away, out of instinct, my survival every time.
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| Block it right out, every person, every problem.
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| Tired of just running away, time to confront what’s mine.
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| Tired of just running away, time to confront what’s mine.
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| I’ll make amends, try to make things right.
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| I’ll make amends, try to own what’s mine.
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| I’ll make amends, may take forever, at least it’s a start.
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| I’ll make amends, may take a lifetime, at least it’s a start.
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| My history will not repeat itself.
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| Push it away, won’t take this road, push it away.
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| Tired of just running away, time to confront what’s mine |