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It's Out of My Hands
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July 2013 Out on the edge, such time we waste,
is the reason no season i feel safe,
i can't just walk away with so much left to say,
it's out of my hands and i'll move on more each day,
one hand on strings, other on the frets,
strumming out my feelings, memories and regrets,
i can't just stay silent, it's violent to my sanity,
it's out of my hands, look what she handed me,
i don't feel safe when my mind still remembers,
all the fire my insides felt that one September,
a summer to never forget, who gave up?
it's out of my hands still and no one can save us,
all the faces in the city seem the same as we were,
now it hits me, we were happy; i am sure,
i wouldn't feel crazy and betrayed if things were different,
it's out of my hands forever, moving on quicker; it's instant.
