it's always the same old story
the one I hate to tell everybody
about how much life seems so dearly
the more I keep quiet
the more they itch
the truth will unveil in not much glory
so why bother to say shamelessly
it's a jinx I can't change
but I can ignore if you let me too
so you see it's pride holding its last breath
just a glimpse of the crack, the wound will shake
be patient world, i will be back
stronger than ever, hopeful than before
fighting for my right
the only place I call my own.
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