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(Chorus):
Map’s not well drawn but, I will go far.
Stacked too much with only my hands on the car.
Out here, searching for ropes to hold on.
Ropes to hold on.
Ropes to hold on.
Been this state like far too long.
I’ve lived distasteful nights that won
Over me and my world. I hate tomorrow,
Because I’m bait that lives to starve
My own by my own, I seem to forget
How I planned to get here all by my left
And right arms by my side with no else
To grab me and say “you’re right on the trend”.
I discarded that. Left it behind, and took a hard turn left.
But I discovered that, I’m lost and that’s not how the story ends.
In fact, it seems to unveil and reveal that it has its own trend.
And now I’m faced with the choice to either bend, or refuse to end.
Yes, I am the one I hate.
Yet even that, is up for debate.
If I truly hate, why would I even break?
The sign of me breaking, is the proof I relate
To myself. I’m myself after all. And relating,
Means to feel this scar I’ve been facing.
How else would I know my feet from my ceiling
If I don’t know my inside out, and feel easy?
Hard, is the feeling one forgets to rehash.
Yet, we all live this state, and it hurts to regret.
You’ll never be fully broke or fully intact
But fight for what you want? At least that, you can.
Now, I have no clue how my story is written to end.
But I do know that, I’ll be the one holding the pen.
Will my hand be shaken along the way? I cannot tell.
All I know is, I’ll write anyway while I hope for the best, yeah.