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I'll pick and choose

Pretend to use

Stand up and fight

Protect what's right

and you can walk away

Not listen to what I have to say.

But shut up for now

One day we'll make it somehow.



I'll bend the strands

Break your closed hands

Leave a message at the door

Won't come back for much more.

Move on a fast beat

Fall in my room to retreat

Put it on the open wounds

Feel the sting and smell the fumes.



I won't be pushed into darkness

I won't be the cause of this.

I won't let you call me a liar

I won't let you make me lick the fire.

I won't say you are to blame

I won't say you never came.

But back off bitch before I blow

There are things they still don't know...