That face you hold is a subtle blend of confidence and haste
You’ve made it clear, your faith and reason
The way you act and say you are casting words to waste
Your past holds you here, with your fading reasons
You may say you are, claim you are
A flaw is worth its weight
That one fail
A shard, a splinter
A second wind of hate
A shard, a splinter
Of hope and dismay
Of hope and dismay
Of hope and dismay
Shed from me
Fail, grasp, restore
You’ve left your skin before
Relive, retract, endure
You should be striving for more
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