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In-N-Out


 

Try as I may to avoid drama and fights

They follow me like the moon on winter nights

It's so sad how lost I am in the mix

I used up all of my chances, all of my tricks

Reality's setting in, my sanity's running out

All the while I've been focused,

On showing people what I'm about

Now I realize what they think doesn't matter

The perfect world I knew is about to fall and shatter

Who can save it, and who can save me

I haven't got a hero in the world,

But he who made me

Created me to be all that I can be

How is it though... that I'll discover who and what I can be?

 

 

 

(written 09/22/10)

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