I will slam every door
Break every window
I keep my own score
I track every shadow
I sing my ballad in a loud voice
Hear me now all of you who gave me my lashes
I have made up my mind; I know my choice
I am a masterpiece made from ashes
Shame and rejection go to Hell
Fear and anxiety make your home in Hades
You no longer suit me well
My future is definite, no longer a haze of maybes
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
I will slam every door
Break every window
I keep my own score
I track every shadow
I sing my ballad in a loud voice
Hear me now all of you who gave me my lashes
I have made up my mind; I know my choice
I am a masterpiece made from ashes
Shame and rejection go to Hell
Fear and anxiety make your home in Hades
You no longer suit me well
My future is definite, no longer a haze of maybes
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