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It starts so simple counting

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But is keeping track all to simple?

What about the times I've been hurt
What about counting the number of times that I've been abandoned

What about the number of sleepless nights that I've stayed
Awake
Upon my bed tormenting myself and raging against
God

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If I were to count to seven I would have been depressed for three years
Once I reach seven you would arrive at the age I made a choice

I held a blade to my throat and decided between

Counting
And
Not counting any more

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Then I saw eight and nine and before i made it to ten my life changed

I felt a love that was unknown to me

That love is what I still count by today

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I know a girl who counts differently than I do
Instead of love she counts by hate

Every night she looks at herself and carves tally marks while counting

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That same girl now counts threw love

She can look at her arm and smile as she counts each victory running parallel across her skin

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I tell you every number counts

I have in my life now counted 6565 days
Tomorrow will be 6566 days
The day after will be 6567days

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Is how I began
I nearly died at seven
I was saved at eleven

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I speak as I count and I speak love
Because love is love is love is love
And because love is love
I am loved
And because love is love
And I am loved
I love too