She made me admit I'm broken, I'm broken...
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Shouldn't it after all that I preached, I still can not accept
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that I'm not a fit and once that of course the snowball,
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snowballing down my spine
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draws a perfectly imperfect line.
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Is it just the weight? Cuz the weight is what weighs me down again.
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Or is it the scape? Goes over the clumsy friend
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there to take all the blame for what's really happening.
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This circle must come to an end.
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And I've always liked that about me, that I know what I am fighting for.
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And for this I'd go to war weapon in mind is my main skin,
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swallowed on the only body part,
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that should matter my heart.
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The only way is to let go, get rid of all the fears,
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of not being perfect. My goal seems perfectly clear
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and terrified if I let go, I also lose myself,
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and I don't wanna be somebody else.
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And I've always liked that about me, that I know what I am fighting for.
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And for this I'd go to war weapon in mind is my main skin,
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swallowed on the only body part,
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that should matter my heart.
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And what if I've always been good enough in my skin,
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good enough in my skin?
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and what if I've always been good enough in my skin,
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good enough in my skin?
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and I've always liked that about me that I know what i am fighting for
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and for this I'd go to war weapon in mind is my main skin
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swallowed on the only body part
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that should matter my heart
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I Always Liked That
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| Maria Mena |
