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I have dreams, motivation, dying slowly from complication
A little truth, is all Im trying
Im only afraid to be replaced, by a piece of paper and pretty face
This little cube, is where Im dying
To think its wasted, to think its lost, I took my time, I chose a cost
And now Im dying to say, how much it takes just living this way
What does it take to make just one life and live the way you want it?
And now Ive been screaming my heart out, trying to get something out of the art of
Dying to take, a second chance to give it something honest
Set the stage, a fabrication, dim the lights, turn to face them
Tell yourself to never waiver
And now Im afraid that all along, Im taken for granted and long forgot
Im fine for now, Ill catch up later
To think its wasted, to think its lost, I took my time, I chose a cost
And now Im dying to say, how much it takes just living this way
What does it take to make just one life and live the way you want it?
And now Ive been screaming my heart out, trying to get something out of the art of
Dying to take, a second chance to give it something honest
Im dying to say, Im on my way, Ive never been the one to speak of something gone
Time has a way, doesnt have to beg, never asks for change, it doesnt have to
And now Im dying to say, how much it takes just living this way
What does it take to make just one life and live the way you want it?
And now Ive been screaming my heart out, trying to get something out of the art of
Dying to take, a second chance to give it something honest