| I’ve still got passion, and I’ve still got guts.
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| But I no longer give a fuck about what you want.
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| You say I’m a savior and a saint?
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| Then let’s stop pretending and pull out the war paint.
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| Or do you refuse to open old wounds,
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| In fear that you’ll actually have to feel?
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| We try so hard. |
| We try to just pretend
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| That things didn’t change as the honeymoon set.
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| This house, this ring, the secrets shared in bed
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| Were built on the faith in the foundation.
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| And I feel the bend…
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| The fucking more I see who you’ve become
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| The more I lose sight of the love
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| That I once had in your brown eyes.
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| I used to be afraid that this would end,
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| Now I embrace it.
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| We are ships passing through the night.
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| We try so hard. |
| We try to just pretend.
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| That things didn’t change as the honeymoon set.
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| This house, this ring, the secrets shared in bed
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| Were built on the faith in the foundation.
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| And I feel the bend…
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| I see bright lights flicker ahead.
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| I see stars shining to their death.
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| I see you.
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| And I don’t know what to do.
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| Beautiful sunset. |
| Passionate kiss.
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| These things mean nothing when you cannot come to terms with
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| The person who you are, and who you’re meant to be
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| Are separated by a sea of insecurities.
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| I’ve been digging out from underneath
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| An avalanche that has taken twenty years to see.
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| Our reality is our own to create,
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| And the sooner that you realize that
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| The sooner that you can change.
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| Or history will just hit repeat
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| And you will pass your poison down onto your child’s feet.
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| And they will struggle, struggle to breathe,
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| Cowering in shadows that you cast they cannot see.
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| Beautiful sunset. |
| Passionate kiss.
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| These things mean nothing when you cannot come to terms with
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| The person who you are, and who you’re meant to be
|
| Are separated by a sea of insecurities.
|
| I’ve been digging out from underneath
|
| An avalanche that has taken twenty years to see.
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| Our reality is our own to create,
|
| And the sooner that you realize that
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| The sooner that you can change.
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| I won’t repeat. |
| I won’t repeat.
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| I won’t repeat the things that I can change.
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| I won’t repeat. |
| I won’t repeat.
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| I won’t repeat the things that I can change. |