Today feels like it might be the wrong day for me to die.
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I’ve been spending too much time believing in self-created lies
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And words are just words, until they're put in to work.
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And I’m standing so firm in this, firm in this.
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Leave a mark upon the world, not across your arms,
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a mark upon the world too beautiful for scars.
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I can only hold up half the sky at one time
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and I got through today so I could help you sleep at night.
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I feel a tired in my eyes trying to find the sunrise
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and I’m learning that life is getting through the night.
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Leave a mark upon the world, not across your arms,
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a mark upon the world too beautiful for scars.
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I understand you.
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A track record of track marks,
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a small collection of stories
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that never get told again.
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I understand you.
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Take pride in all the marks upon your soul.
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Oh, they should show you
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you've been through a hell of a life alone.
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Leave a mark upon the world, not across your arms,
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a mark upon the world too beautiful for scars.
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Scar Issue
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| The Color Morale |
