Turn me flip me I'm done I'm over
Erase my worth so I can't speak the
Words that I would repeat my past
I know it won't last but I fell over
So many times
The fact that I acknowledge my fear
And it has value more than it should
Maybe says what of me and me
Of something I don't see so I'm caught
Running away
Assault my spirit my wondrous voice
To bleed my soul to birth your right
To right yourself the burden
Of all sin so that you may win
At all costs
The long and lost and departed things
With narrow roads on big decisions
Finely laced and the gilded truths
And I've traveled this path what is called
The Sorrow
Spoken round-a-bout and about nothing
To confuse those who live
But don't and don't become and
Sometimes think but never know
What it's like
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