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I’m staring back into my own eyes not knowing the man that I see.
If not for them, if not for me seeing who I was turning into, believing in what
I preached.
Our vision’s burnt, we stand no chance to see the change in our advance.
To take a breath and let it show, it’s breaking me, this place called home.
I’m not ashamed of the man that I’ve turned into.
I made my own way.
I made enough to fucking fill you up with the pain and the guilt that I live
with every day.
Our vision’s burnt, we stand no chance to see the change in our advance.
To take a breath and let it show, it’s breaking me, this place called home.
This place called home