Grate my hands on broken glass
Is that easier to see?
There are words on my fingerprints
And thoughts never meant to be
Is this everything I have?
Is everything in place?
Is everything I wanted
I did not want to waste
This time is do or die
My heart is here and now
My mind it never settles
And I just dont know how to make it be
Oh, you dont believe
Anything that comes from me
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