It wasn't the fear of exemption, the thought of alone, it wasn't releasing myself from all the skeletons, no, it wasn't hard to believe in everything I was told until I grew up and had to make some sense on my own, how could everything I say, I've been through, using words, somehow satisfy me, like making you feel bad for me, cures this disease, the hate, the fact that I can't erase, it's like the oxygen I breathe is poisonous and hey, I'm not just another guy looking for answers in life, like why a god, why a hell, where do we go, when we die, 'cause honestly I don't believe a revelation can spawn these questioning demons to pack their bags and be gone, I know how it must seem to hear these words as a cloud, a depressing and condescending broken record too loud, but they're my words and thoughts and I choose to persevere, I refuse to give up and let the future end here
You took my halo, you took my halo
How many scratches on the surface of fate, how many lies does it take to be complacent today, I'm not broken, but I have a scar or two, that lead me to change the path the blood takes from my heart to my brain, it's a shame, how we can go from being practically sane to find out, that it was only cause we self medicate, it's your life, you find solutions, that can help you escape and I'll act like I believe you and the lies we exchange, I know how it must seem to hear these words as a cloud, a depressing and condescending broken record too loud, but they're my words and thoughts and I choose to persevere, I refuse to give up and let the future end here
You took my halo, you took my halo
Moving forward, living for tomorrow, when the day before delivered us with every reason why this is normal, searching every room, every corner, feeling like the days are shorter, how the hell can you tell me that pain is a disorder? I was there, I wasn't dreaming, I didn't create thie feeling, how dare you look me in the eyes and tell me there's a reason for a mother not to see their children growing up to cure diseases only to be buried by one then tell them Jesus has his reasons, I know how it must seem to hear these words as a cloud, a depressing and condescending broken record too loud, but they're my words and thoughts and I choose to persevere, I refuse to give up and let the future end here
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