What's the point of asking just how I feel?
If I didnt like this I'd stop.
And you...you shouldnt be afraid.
And you...we'll send you on your way.

So what the fuck you gonna bring inside and push upon us all
How many times would you make me fall
One. What?! Two. What?! Three. What?! No!
I dont want to leave but at least you'll know.
My conscience. It comes clean.
My spirit come un-broken.

What's the point of talking?
We dont seem to hear.
Just watch my words as I leave.
And no. I wont be afraid.
I'm alone. But someone's with me.

So what the fuck you gonna bring inside and push upon us all
How many times would you make me fall
One. What?! Two. What?! Three. What?! No!
I dont want to leave but at least you'll know.
My conscience. It comes clean.
My spirit come un-broken.

Its time to see that change in me.
I swear it doesnt matter.

What you see. What you believe.
It doesnt matter. It comes unbroken

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