Stand.
I've been beaten and broken, but i'm still here.
I just need to find a way to keep it real.
Hold me down and sew me shut.
I'm leaking with love and pouring out hate.
Scratch my eyes out so you can't see my soul.
This is my penelty for being a dreamer.
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