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I am the author of my life. |
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And I'm writing in pen, and I can't rub out my mistakes. |
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If I could start again in life, I would repeat all my mistakes. |
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They make us who we are in this world. |
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Making changes everyday, but it seems so empty, |
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I try so hard, but I am only a man. |
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How much longer can my brow damn these beads of sweat |
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before they sting my eyes? |
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Like time has shown me, so many times before. |
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How much longer can my will last me throughout this lifetime? |
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I struggle to find who I am anymore. |
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I know now that who I am is better than who I used to be. |
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If this is all I am, then so be it, this is all I can be. |
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I know now that who I am is better than who I used to be. |
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If this is all I am, then so be it, this is all I can be. |
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All I can be. |
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I am the author of my life. |
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And I'm writing in pen, and I can't rub out my mistakes. |
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There are many things that aren't what they seem in this world, |
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Friendship is the best example of these. |
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I find myself questioning more and more every single day. |
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How much longer can we hold our brothers to these flames? |
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And the people who have meant so much to us? |
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I know now that who I am is better than who I used to be. |
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If this is all I am, then so be it, this is all I can be. |
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I know now that who I am is better than who I used to be. |
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If this is all I am, then so be it, this is all I can be |
