Reflections
All these things I've done lines I crossed bridges I've burned
Calling myself on the scars on the back of my hand
As every imperfection replays itself in my mind.
Each heartache, greater than the last
Shrouding my past with shear sanity
And I look to find a love that I don't want
To add another tear to a pool over capacity
I'm ten feet deep and I'm nine feet tall
I stop and stall like a broken-down car stuck on the far end with no more gas
Can’t keep looking back it's time for me to step
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