I swore to God I wouldn't slit my throat,
Dry me out so no one knows about it.
I'm so much like my father when I say I'm not okay,
Just let me keep my power and pain.
Bury me outside,
Singing "hope you let me know"
Don't tell me this could be my portion of Grace.
All in all what's to be learned from silence?
I won't be better off.
Hold onto your hope,
Does the sun set down below in Heaven?
I've made my home in a concrete Hell to ache for someone.
If you love it then let it go,
Are you buried before the throne?
If you love it then let it go.
If you love it then leave it.
Are you married with your mind made up?
What a question, babe.
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