Do you ever feel like a plastic bag,drifting through the wind wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel so paper thin like a house of cards,one blow from caving in?
Do you ever feel already buried deep?
Six feet under screaming but no one seems to hear a thing...
Do you know that there's still a chance for you because there's a spark in you?
You just gotta ignite, the light, and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July
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