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I feel like the last lit candle in the of my mind,
Both palms to the future, no in the line,
But no qualms it.
I don't flip a like the rest of them,
Or fall in the line and life by the pendulum.
Never would I sell my soul, find the
In the little things you can't and break the mold from it
Look, you can see in my eyes
And expect less thean a lesson in disguise
the clouds clear
"Heaven"'s just a word, like "crutch"
on the syllables and verbs of trust
And this is why I walk where the road
And live in between that little where the notes bend, like
This is all that made sense
My hopes, my flesh, my bones, my exposed
Holding truth like it's slipping
And your cliff's is cuttin' the rope
I think time to let go

Look at what you
Got the whole world holding their heads in hands
Trying to hold to
to figure out the pieces, find another meaning to believe in
Look at you started
Got the world shaking they fist at the sky
Trying to a reason
Trying to blame it on their
Like it's through to take away their Jesus

I see the glow in the from the street
And I see truth the passion I release
And it, all of this is torn apart the seams
And explain to me that I need a hand to hold a dream
Said, I need to stand in front of God to intervene
With a devil that's inside to take away my dreams I created
my little life on the strings
Carve a sentence out of silence, and wear it a ring to remember
"Hell" is just a four-letter word, "fear"
Tracing the reflection in your
I've choking on my everything for years
Trying to force a meaning into anything that ever smudged the mirror,
I that this is not about control
No wins, no loss, no points, no goals, go
Holding onto truth like slipping
And your edge is cuttin' the rope
I think time to let go

Look at you started
Got the whole world their heads in their hands
Trying to hold to
Trying to figure out the pieces, another meaning to believe in
Look at what you
Got the whole world they fist at the sky
Trying to find a
to blame it on their mama
Like it's coming to take away their Jesus