I've thrown myself at this
What if I lose this?
What will I love?
What will I give at the end?
How many times can I begin?
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I was a chosen few
Picked from the blooms
But now I see I'm just like you
Waiting in the back room
Avoiding life until I break through
I'm growing to seed what I've sown
Alone
I'm losing my leads as I go
And I know it's gone