| I’ve spent my time trying to come to terms
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| With the selfish fact that I don’t love you back
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| I’ll use my life to find peace and hope
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| And the weathering fall is just a bump in the road
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| I’ll let the telephone ring, I’m too busy cleaning up the block
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| While clinging to sobriety, I’ll let my instincts leave
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| I’m too ready to bust open the lock and unleash my pity
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| I can’t hold on to an excuse that holds so dear to you
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| I’ll swallow my pride and know what it means to lose
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| Feeding the last bit of emotion I have left into truth
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| Is this all I can do?
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| Every winning hand can lose, if you fold in the play-through
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| Who you used to be is not who you are today
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| You can scratch out every angle
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| And find out that you are able
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| To still refuse of what you have to say
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| Your opportunity for an exit
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| Presenting itself in the form of forgiveness
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| Saying sorry over and over to the one who pulled the trigger
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| I gave you security, you wanted excitement
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| Who you used to be is not who you are today
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| You said your scars took away from your beauty
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| Those scars added to your character
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| Further proof of growth, and that’s beautiful to me
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| Every winning hand can lose, if you fold in the play-through
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| Who you used to be is not who you are today
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| You can scratch out every angle
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| And find out that you are able
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| To still refuse of what you have to say
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| Love is not a threat, sometimes it compliments
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| It just depends where you are and who you’re with
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| Death is not an exit, life’s not repetition
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| Keep your soul clean of your past oppression
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| I’ve spent my life trying to come to terms
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| With the selfish fact that I don’t love you back
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| I’ll use my life to find peace and hope
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| And the weathering fall is just a bump in the road
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| I’ve spent my life trying to come to terms
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| With the selfish fact that I don’t love you back
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| I’ll use my life to find peace and hope
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| And the weathering fall is just a bump in the road |