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Call Me Heroic


As much as I hate to admit that you hurt me

I’m not gonna lie

You beat me down till I was almost sure

That I was gonna die

Your words affected me

In ways you couldn’t imagine

I felt so much pain

That no one could even fathom

And every day it still haunts me

I can’t seem to get away

But I’m no punk, I’m gonna fight back

Even if it means I have to stay

I will do anything

I will even go through hell

As long as I know every day of my life

That you are burning as well

I will stay awake to haunt your dreams

I’d do whatever it takes

To make sure that not another innocent soul

Has to suffer from your mistakes

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