So you cowered like a coward wanting shortcuts to end it
Dwelling the hell hole too afraid to feel whole, lodging the gun of what-ifs
(What if I regret it midway? If they even deign to bear the pain)
So you told the whole world stoicism knowing you're trudging of grudges from coeval pain
(What if I regret it midway?)
In refrain, youth is grant-wishing factory you ran missing, drained
(If they even deign to bear the pain)
Fleeing the suffering, shattering in knee-deep indeed
So what if your 19 years of living were only to breathe, biting your teeth?
Rebuffing past faux-pas, hereby you compile and you comply the pile to con play
After the revolution, it's junta, after you shun is the push I
I thought of jumping off seven stories building like the predecessor never before I
I wished, I wished I was raised encouraged to have the courage
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Never stayed alive for myself
I carried this for years
I'll carry this for years
Never stayed alive for myself
I carried this for years
I'll carry this for years
I feel like I'm winning
Am I waging the wrong war here?
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(What if I regret it midway? If they even deign to bear the pain)