Now and again, I still find myself standin’ there, just on the outside…like the outside’s a really a safe place…when truth be told…
Life is short
A life lived protectin’ yourself from real or imagined consequences is even shorter, cause you look back and think
Here I am at the end of this rope and all I got to show for it is these burns and bruises on my hands from tryin’ to hold back and these calluses on my heals from diggin’ in.
Thing is…life’s not a tug of war
Sometimes it’s the winner who lets go.
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