I walk with a straggle,
The chains become tighter with
Every step.
You see, this is my reason for
Giving up.
"You hold the key
to your own shackles"
I can set myself free,
With what ambition,
when my hands are tied?
What's the point of changing
When I've lied
For them to Believe I'm fine?
They say you can change,
They say it's possible to Believe
In something other than pain.
For this, I won't give up.
For this, I'll keep going
Until my hands don't reach
As low as my shackles hang.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 4:43 PM UTC
I walk with a straggle,
The chains become tighter with
Every step.
You see, this is my reason for
Giving up.
"You hold the key
to your own shackles"
I can set myself free,
With what ambition,
when my hands are tied?
What's the point of changing
When I've lied
For them to Believe I'm fine?
They say you can change,
They say it's possible to Believe
In something other than pain.
For this, I won't give up.
For this, I'll keep going
Until my hands don't reach
As low as my shackles hang.
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