some days i look up and say,
"god, you're not the sharpest tack,
but it's all right; i know you're great.
i know that someday you'll come back."
and this one could have been the last time,
so help me find my memory.
help me find the reason and rhyme.
help me find out what this could be.
if i show you chance, will you show me truth?
you're losing the race, but i'm still at the start.
let me put my insecurity in you.
i'm living twice as fast with half a heart.
i pushed away the fear inside.
silhouettes against the sky.
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