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One thing I don't know how
It doesn't even matter when you look at it now,
Because when I designed this rhyme I was scared of it all
Scared to fall, I hadn't even tried to crawl,
And I was forced to run, with you mocking me
Stopping me, back stabbing me constantly
Remembering all those times you fought with me
Watch the clock now chop full of hypocrisy.
And now your mouth wishes it could inhale,
Every single little thing you said to make things fail
Every single word you sputter just to get your piece,
But it really doesn't matter to me.
Cuz' from the start to the end no matter what I pretend
The journey is more important than the end or the start
And what it meant to me will eventually be
A memory of the time when I tried so hard....