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Listen, I'm speaking


My shaky hands can show you I'm not used to the formality
 
But as I find myself growing more out of my comfort zone
 
I think I finally found a way to call it a normality
 
I'm not afraid to see the scriptures, imagery, and pictures
 
I've engraved into my mind that I will learn to be a winner
 
learn to love, learn to trust, and teach you how I did it
 
But of course, I've had some time to tolerate indifference
 
Does it even matter being great but never really famous
 
If it's flipped around that's most of the anxiety in a statement
 
People wanna hear them problems but don't care about solutions
 
Never called to action so there will be another shootin' 
 
But when it comes down to the words they agree my heart is breaking
 
It's been shattered into pieces. even though I hate the feeling
 
I know it only makes me stronger and a better human being
 
My friends told me I can change the world and never to let go
 
The reason that I hold on is cause I know whose all been hurt before
 
We just hide behind a smile, in our heart we always lock the the door
 
Just let me throw away they keys cause I don't need them anymore
 
People die every day, so many that I've lost the score
 
Out of anger and distress, a piece of me is always breaking more
 
Until it falls and breaks apart then it collapses to the floor
 
This isn't just a simple image I was venting what I stored
 
For you, Selena my heartbeats forevermore. 
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