Today I'll do it by myself. No I don't
And I still don't know why I feel this way.
I wanna fly, touch the sun, feel the heat.
When its over I'll be fine, but for now its
What could I do to make you listen to me?
By the time they come for you it will be
What will it take me to cleanse my sick soul?
Cause your life is full of distrust and hate, but
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