Cold and tired, left on shore
Mouth is dry but my skin is soaked
After the realization of how far back yesterday goes
I guess it was a matter of time before the bull was poked
All this time the scream was never heard
Let the child sleep in peace just for tonight
Let him sleep in the mud he calls comfort
I\'m sure you could hold off on just one fight
All of what\'s said now in the mirror
The words wrapping into a form I see
Without a shock to my soul, I knew all along
These messages where all just me
It was me
All along
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