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Amy JayGeneral info
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Fighting with fire inside my veins
My little secret, I can’t even say
My back, it aches of the weight I carry
Tethered like a ring of string
tied too tight
tied too tight
I don’t think I’ll ever get answers
Maybe a hint at best if I strive
Maybe I’m stuck in a body that doesn’t feel right
Battered from asking the when and the why
Weakened and feeling entitled to time
Tired of dreaming of days
That I might feel free
Sun casts a shadow on the pages I write
It highlights the darkness of grief between lines
“Patience in waiting” shone clear through the rays
The words that I use to hide how hope
Evaporates
Evaporates
I don’t think I’ll ever get answers
Maybe a hint at best if I strive
Maybe I’m stuck in a body that’s no longer right
Battered from asking the when and the why
Weakened and feeling entitled to time
So done with grieving the days
That I was so free
I don’t think I’ll ever get answers
Maybe a hint at best if I try
Maybe I’m stuck with a body that has to be right
Battered from asking the when and the why
Weakened and feeling entitled to time
No more believing the days
That I will feel free
My little secret, I can’t even say
My back, it aches of the weight I carry
Tethered like a ring of string
tied too tight
tied too tight
I don’t think I’ll ever get answers
Maybe a hint at best if I strive
Maybe I’m stuck in a body that doesn’t feel right
Battered from asking the when and the why
Weakened and feeling entitled to time
Tired of dreaming of days
That I might feel free
Sun casts a shadow on the pages I write
It highlights the darkness of grief between lines
“Patience in waiting” shone clear through the rays
The words that I use to hide how hope
Evaporates
Evaporates
I don’t think I’ll ever get answers
Maybe a hint at best if I strive
Maybe I’m stuck in a body that’s no longer right
Battered from asking the when and the why
Weakened and feeling entitled to time
So done with grieving the days
That I was so free
I don’t think I’ll ever get answers
Maybe a hint at best if I try
Maybe I’m stuck with a body that has to be right
Battered from asking the when and the why
Weakened and feeling entitled to time
No more believing the days
That I will feel free
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68
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