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There's something wrong with me, cause every time I start to fall in love then I leave, got my heart broken twice I don't dare get to three, that's when I decided, the one that's breaking hearts should be me, I am a coward in love always want more than enough, I forgot how to feel it's like my heart is on drugs, I feel numb and alone even when I'm not alone, tricked into believing that to love is to own, I was still young and dumb not much changed now I'm grown, I've been like this for so long everything I do is the norm, listen to samford and sons don't want to bite my own neck, it's time to step out this cave I won't let that reverend win, they call him to beat man, the calling is to be free, indians making it rain and I'm thankful for the wind, spirits that feeling pain I wish they could feel the breeze, their land got taken away and now it's land of the free, of course it's free with a fee, I know I'm already rich not because of what don't exist money can never buy bliss, I'm happy even inside all day I could look at trees, I done gave it all up there is already a beast.