I complain about wanting things to be different... I do nothing to make it so.
Instead i sit in the comfort of my woes. I twist and turn, then wonder why my bones are sore...
fall only shallow and wonder why it's not deep.
If I want to get there I must go... i must jump into the the darkest waters... If I want to be that, then I must try... I must run, no more walking, i will proclaim, not mutter softly. I will breathe deep, no more pretending... I will let go and let you see me. If I want you to know me, I must show you... freedom is what we make it, I can no longer pass the buck... the choice is mine, this life is mine... it's really only a matter of time... I will do my best with what I have left... from here on out... I will do my best...
Seeply Mouth- Volcano Choir
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