51 lines
1.8 KiB
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51 lines
1.8 KiB
Markdown
# Where I Stand
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I used to think that I was special, like a rose in a bouquet \
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Now I'm learning that my prickly thorns might ruin everything \
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I thought I was complacent, thought I knew just who I am \
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Now I'm deviating, turns and twisting, awol from my plan \
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I should've known \
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We're characters all reaping what we sew
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What if I'm not enough? \
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What if I'm just a bluff? \
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What if I'm not anything for anyone besides when things are tough? \
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What if I'm just a trick? \
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What if I'm just for kicks? \
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I can't say I'm not proud of who I am, just contemplating where I stand
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Every morning brings a mourning, from the things that still decay \
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But foundation is a castle built on sand that starts to shake \
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I wanted to be Winter, but the Sunrise fits my name \
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I wanted to be everything I tried to shun away \
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I should've known \
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As far as seasons go, I'm waiting out the snow
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What if I'm not enough? \
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What if I'm just a bluff? \
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What if I'm not anything for anyone besides when things are tough? \
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What if I'm just a trick? \
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What if I'm just for kicks? \
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I can't say I'm not proud of who I am, just contemplating where I stand
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New horizons, new beginnings \
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I won't be my own eclipse \
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I can ride the solar flares \
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Become my own Mistress \
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And as long as we're still playing \
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Pay attention, listen close \
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I'm still terrified of being \
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All the things I hate the most
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What if I'm not enough? \
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What if I'm just a bluff? \
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What if I'm not anything for anyone besides when things are tough? \
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What if I'm just a trick? \
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What if I'm just for kicks? \
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I can't say I'm not proud of who I am, just contemplating where I stand
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Take me back to where we started \
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I can't retrace the footsteps buried in the sand \
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Guess I know I've just departed \
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Made my leap, and now I'm seeing how it goes
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