Here I go Put back on trial A chance to fall in line A chance to change my mind All those times The wasted rage That I held inside I want to use it now If you push to hard You might get what you're after Already pushed too far Caught again In the lines of pressure I recognize the fear The urge to disappear Within I've died Many times still living I'm still standing here Stand and face the crowd I don't know about forgiving If forgive means forget Why these cuts are bleeding Do you care? aren't you scared? Can they take your mind away?
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