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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 too 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? |