| In a deep breath it all starts to change. Flip my world inside out, honestly I like it better this way. When I mesh the night through the back of my eyes. I have put myself here, I'm the culprit. I am the culprit. I've been swallowed up alive, shut down. Building from the inside out. I can finally walk through the walls. I swear I've slipped right through the cracks in the floor, it's so easy when it's pulling me under. Now I can see things from the outside, and I will sit here with no place in mind. I can't escape from this place, this is so unfamiliar to me. I can hear the unsatisfying silence. My mouth is open but none of you can hear me.
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| You're never given anything you can't handle
anything.
What's done is done for a reason, pick your head up
i'm ready to live.
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| So hold your head up high and know it's not the end of the road
walk down this beaten path before you pack your things and head home
at the end of the road you'll find what you've been longing for.
I know because my feet have the scars to show
I was lost with vague direction and no place to call home.
It's time for you to press on, this is not your war
set your sights to the North and press on
This is not your escape
wash away what they thought of you
because in this place, we're all as good as dead.
Behind the mask you'll find yourself alone
it's not the end of the road for you.
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| California here I come...one state at a time.
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