Music
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The Living
In this skin I'm a prisoner
To the things I've been told
Fucked up and alone
At twenty years old
But I've been there before
It comes back again
Just tell me how to start living
And then tell me when
I've been waiting for mercy
Waiting for faith
Thinking maybe here's freedom
But I think it's too late
This gets easier I'm fine
I swear I have died
And even though I've been living
It doesn't mean I'm alive
Scars from the lessons
And pills for the pain
Pills for sadness
That they can't explain
