" You kicked a hole through my heart
And left me with the whistling sound
As the wind blows through
With duct tape
And an open bag, I covered it up
And put back on my sweater
So I look the same
And I might look the same
But I'm a little different now
a battle's won, the inside killed the outside
and Im sorry, if I let you think, you'll feel better when I go
but you were holding on too tight
you didnt push me, little one, I jumped on my own
Maybe we'll fall, maybe we'll fly
it's out of our hands, its out of our hands this time "
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