Your wounds make you remember
Black drops fall on the paper
Light don't pass through these young eyes
But your heart is racing
Break me, break me, I will stand
Till you realize you fight yourself
Now I'm wide awake, але не пробачу я тебе
I'll see you in your grave
The wounds I have will light my way
And I'll speak for myself
They won't leave
Without leaving a trauma
Their gifts are pain
Their attention is drama
What's going on in your head
For how long will it be your torture??
And why is your past
Stealing your future
All of the tears, consumed by your sweater
And all of the moments when you thought it'll be better
Who crumpled your poems and threw them in the trash bin?
You may forget it, but you know how it's always been
Break me, break me, I will stand
Till you realize you fight yourself
Now I'm wide awake, але не пробачу я тебе
I'll see you in your grave
The wounds I have will light my way
And I'll speak for myself
Who gave them the power
To command and rule you?
Don't let them follow
And don't let them pursue
Days can be harder
And nights might be longer
Fingers may drip
But you have to be stronger
Attempts to conquer?
Every day a dozen
They will judge all the time
But it must change nothing
'Cause the things that we do make our lives worth living
And sometimes it's 'bout remembering
And never forgiving
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Break me, break me, I will stand
Till you realize you fight yourself
Now I'm wide awake, але не пробачу я тебе
I'll see you in your grave
The wounds I have will light my way
And I'll speak for myself