Here I go
Put back on trial
A chance to fall in line
A chance to change my mind
All those times
The wasted rage
That I held inside
I want to use it now
If you push to hard
You might get what you're after
Already pushed too far
Caught again
In the lines of pressure
I recognize the fear
The urge to disappear
Within I've died
Many times still living
I'm still standing here
Stand and face the crowd
I don't know about forgiving
If forgive means forget
Why these cuts are bleeding
Do you care? Aren't you scared?
Can they take your mind away?

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