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Fleeting time and senseless days —who was it that told me I could do what I want? So I gathered my soul and told myself that I have worth What do I do to keep on living? —I kill the lights
The lights to what? Perhaps the light to peace or the light to self The lights that tell you that I am seen and bright
Seeing lines and relentless years —who was it that told me I could go wherever I wish? So I gathered my all and told myseld that I have a future What do I do to keep on dreaming? —I kill the lights
The lights to what? Perhaps the light to trick my life into believing I have what it takes to achieve or the light to push forward for my right to be listened to The lights that tell you that I am enough to be heard
Fleeing rhyme and endless haze —who was it that told me I could be whomever I want? So I gathered the pieces of my soul and told myself that I have to live to win What do I do to keep on fighting? —I kill the lights
