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My life's made of glass I have nothing left to hide I couldn't skip no life's class My spirit won't watch them slide There must be something about my life It gets colder every day There must be something about to-survive It gives me reasons to fade away I play hard with the razor of life It cuts deep enough for no flesh to survive There must be something about the living Failure goes about, it's adversary not forgiving The breeze's rage seeps through my pores I shiver even as I shudder I learn of me when my life's on the line I shiver, even as I shudder The breeze's rage seeps through my pores In my world, I live like an outsider The other side beckons a rest with open doors O I shiver, even as much as I shudder