Escape
Let it out
Let it out
Let it go
Shed a tear, shed some light, let it show
Growing up, growing cold, I grew strong.
Keep going
Keep going
Keep proving them wrong.
They want me to take it and take it and fake it some more.
I turn around and they stab me expecting me to bleed out on the floor.
I don’t and I won’t. It’s a surprising twist, but it’s not the end.
They go looking between a rock and a hard place where they hope I’ve been pinned.
I’m not there. I’m up here. I Don’t think I’ll be coming back down.
I’m not sorry for anything aside from being acquainted with such a sorry a** town.
I’m getting out. I’ll get out if it’s the last thing I do.
I may be misunderstood and I like that.
It means I'm nothing like you.
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