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i was taught not to speak of it, my eye keeps on leakin it
I neva shoulda believed in it, my heart was too deep in it
dreamin it, neva got the answer; now I'm seekin it
even if it all turns to shit, I'm still eatin it
breathin it, cut my own soul; i'm still bleedin it
seein it, i made my own bed and now i sleep in it
weep in it, struggle through the hustle, so deep in it
leavin it, made my own mess and now i'm sweepin it
cleanin it, rid of it, think of it, a little bit
its iminant, neva in my life am i forgivin it
feelin it, drink a little yack and now I'm peelin it'
revealin that my heart was taken now i'm stealin it
back; for myself, i'm holdin it, i'm gaurdin it
my life will move on but for you, ya not a part of it
the arguments, tearin me apart, and now i promise it,
hold my head on top, wit the confidence to honor it...
