After all this pain and tragedy
I have to rise again
In this confusing mess I can see my own effigy
Breathless from my own ashes
I clench my fist for the misunterstood sake of being free
And what if I never wanted this?
What if I wanted to devote myself to a person
So that I would have a purpose
That I have had a reason
Than I wasn’t ready
To sacrafice something I didn’t archived yet
In this confusing mess I have seen my own effigy
That has lead to this pain and tragedy
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