Nothing feels right and nothing feels wrong But living in this skin has made me a little bit too numb So I'll hold the hot coals in the palms of my hands Just to burn away the layers if I can and I know
Say that I will and then I say that I won't Revisit this place inside that's killing off my last hope And it happened to me and then it happened to her An angry fist from an uneducated temper
By marching on (By marching on)
They told me I wouldn't make it They told me I couldn't make it
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