If I saw myself, crossing the road,
I would put my foot down, slam it to the ground. And if I found myself drowning at sea,
I'd want it to hurt. It's what I deserve.
I would take the anvil that you gave me,
And im so broken, calmly and quietly to the ocean floor.
Each lie I've spoken,
seemed to lead to another.
and what's worse, I've broken others. And if I found myself dancing in flame,
and you offered me wings,
Calmly and quietly, ashes to the floor.I would remain.
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