I’m thinking I’m gold if she’s on my side
I’m thinking it’s wrong, they hate that I’m wright
If all my blood it froze then I died
Who would ask if I’m alive?

They’re hittin' the beach
I’m wondering why

Nobody asked me
Even thou I’m

Not a fan of the sand or even the heat
Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try

It’s ripping me open like a cannonball
They’re praising the snake til it’s out of the jaw
Rambling on
Eating the rotten fruit

Is there sin in escape
If every path lead away from fait
and into the past

Biting down on my hand
Just to bleed anywhere

Doesn’t mean I didn’t try

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