You seem to want me to walk around you like you are broken glass.
You try to break the mold, but we all know your past.
There's not enough time in our lives to save ourselves.
We are not lost (Just challenging)
This crushing weight of the world (It's bearing down on me)
Tread lightly so as not to crush these grounds you've walked on (We are the wanderers)
I'm growing more accustomed.
As these days go by I ask myself why?
You put your life in his hands.
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