I'm not the kind for giving up
With the persistent unknown.
I'm given a break and I'm given a bone,
Then I look to the sky and persistently try.
My mind goes numb against the dwindling sum
Of everything I do added to the things I forget.
I tried to find escape but I come crawling back.

My knees so torn up
And my soles run thin.
Am I still dreaming,
Of the day that begins?

Smoke filled lungs
Soaked with ***** to the brim
I need to start new
I need solace once again.
Persistently trying and consistently on a whim
I need my backbone
To show up once again.

My knees so torn up
And my soles run thin.
Am I still dreaming,
Of the day that begins?

I am the man in the mirror
Of who I refused to be,
Because I wanted to go back to who I was instead of grow to who I see.
I'm proud of who I am
It took a while, but I'm here to stay.
The dark long night has evolved to the day.
Bright and confusing,
I find it amusing
I never wanted to leave
Until I saw the other side.
I wake up in my bed to find the other me with respect has died.

I've made the wrong choices,
And for that I may die.
So tell me what would you expect to choose when it's either water or wine?
Clear to the point that you never mattered then,
Or red with the fire from the anger that began.
I'm a simple guy that leads a complicated life,
Always tracing back
Because I trust the ones who lied.
My father always told me,
I'll be the one who molds me.
They can try to help you
But you can't help those who never want it.

Fork in the road, which way do I go?
My feet are tired and my mouth is dry
My minds been plagues this whole time.
Not living depressed but I'm asking a question.
What would life be like now if you never met him,
No time left to bleed and no more space left to heed.
I'm going on without the disease
Of wondering how and asking why
I guess I just have a bad sense of time.

Oh, what an ironic crossroad.
Depending on what I learn, or who I've known.
This static plagues my head until it fades out into the grey.
The page is ripped out it's  missing as they say.
Tell me what I need to know.
Describe what makes me whole.
How can I repent after all of the damage I have done?
I've lied and I've stolen.
I've tried to stay golden.
The paint chips off and the copper stays showing.
I never stood a chance and I'm feeling content.
The words said are clear because they're black and sit bolded.

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