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Veins popping out of my skin

Fear pumped out, adrenaline pumped in

Ready to fight and willing to end this here and now

I’m not letting you take this that easily, I’m just that proud

If that’s a weakness, I guess you can go ahead and shovel

Dig me a great big hole in the ground



Left brittle and often afraid

I find myself in regret of things never said

And desperate to try things I never did

Though I know in time all is done

I feel like a skipping stone never chosen to be thrown



It’s getting darker in this glass cocoon

A hazy ring forms around the man, the moon

Survival of the weakest consequently ensues

Inevitably meaning neither were meant to live

No, no one’s ever really intended to win

It’s just freak accident when it happens



Listen, I’m not here to be brave

And certainly not here to act courageous

I’m just here to try and find the piece of me

That so long ago got torn from the books yellowed pages



Left brittle and often afraid

I find myself in regret of things never said

And desperate to fulfill things I never did

Though I know in time all is done

I feel like a skipping stone never chosen to be thrown



Listen, I’m not here to be brave

Just here to recover the long lost part of me

Adrenaline