no rights i haf to criticize their ways of life
when mine aint tat wonderful
no rights i haf to criticize them
when myself aint so complete
maybe i gotta hold on to wad ive got
it doesnt make anymore difference
if i made it anot
cuz ive dreamt of runnin away
but u whispered into my ears
tellin me its ok
sometimes i feel
im onli halfway there
sometimes i feel
im neither here or there
take my hand
take my hand
aint lookin for forgiveness
if i were to die
before my time
let this boy die like a man
ive met u before
and tats alot
for love
for love
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