Every day is another chance to fill
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all the graves that I've been digging.
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The hardest part about life is that you're living
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the past and the present,
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the act of forgiving yourself for everything you did
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but oh back then, you were just a kid.
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Stop blaming yourself for everything.
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When your life is a building that you made with mistakes,
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you have to start from the top or be crushed by the weight,
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of the brick and the mortar that you founded on faith,
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If your foundation is cracked, then your facade is a waste.
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And in the deepest part of your dark mind,
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I know there's things that you wish you could hide.
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But will come out in other ways.
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Insecurity's addiction's pain.
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An ode to our happiness, you lie to yourself every day.
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That's how you cover up your pain.
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I know all of this because I used to live that way.
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When your life is a building that you made with mistakes,
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you have to start from the top or be crushed by the weight
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of the brick and the mortar that you founded on faith.
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If your foundation is cracked, then your facade is a waste.
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So don't spend so much of your life
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wasting water on withering vines,
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when you are rotting on the inside.
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There's a dozen in your mind.
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When your life is a building that you made with mistakes,
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you have to start from the top or be crushed by the weight
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of the brick and the mortar that you founded on faith.
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If your foundation is cracked, then your facade is a waste.
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All the fears you're hiding in that place,
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is a waste now.
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It's a waste now.
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Is a waste now.
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Vines
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| Senses Fail |
