I'd only shine when I was striving
It's like I'm weak but I'm surviving
I learned to swim cz I was drowning
And now I'm here to keep rewinding
Looking back I used to cling,
Attach myself to all the things,
to all the queens and all the kings,
And to the chords and all the strings.
Now I'm cutting all the chords
Not with violence, not with swords
Just with quiet peaceful words
Coming from regards of wrongs.
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