Since you've pushed me out that window
The glass has made its way through
Fighting past all the excuses
Theres always some reason to go back to you
The cuts burn deep and I can't stop them
After all of this, i'll still being walking
Right past all my regrets and dreams
Right past all those horrid screams
At the end of this road i'll collect myself
Then i'll show you how hard it is to be yourself
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