They crucify your chance at success, and train you with anger, hate and neglect.
Setting you up so nobody can save you-
in the confines of unexplained pain you-
take to the streets and search for your real meaning-
and go against rules you were never taught,
rules you didn’t even know you were breaking
Tolerance was all you sought.
All you ever wanted
was to feel someone’s embrace
It’s ironic how you’re perfect,
yet you’ve never gotten praise
I want to see your eyes light up
because you can win this fight.
I want to adopt your smile and change your life.
You sprint on the cold ground,
hollow hope is what you want to be found,
but they called the shots, turned everyone against you,
and now that you’re back where you started again you-
run, run away from the strikes,
run away from the scars,
run away from the tears,
run into my arms, so run,
Run away from the strikes
run away from the scars,
run away from the tears,
run into my arm
All you ever wanted
was to feel someone’s embrace
It’s ironic how you’re perfect,
yet you’ve never gotten praise
I want to see your eyes light up because you can win this fight. 
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