Relax in time,
from the pain youve been.
I dont know anything,
but I can read whats on your face.
Just on moment,
just one more to struggle.
We all want everything,
but we all can not fit in the door.
Seven tries,
head to wall,
hurts your head.
Sort of trust,
that you wi will get.
What you paid for soon.
Seven tries,
head to wall,
just to get cut.
And its only time,
its what you make it.
I dont know what it brings.
Hope for the good, hope from despair.
A second, just on moment,
just one more to trust.
Some time you wi will get to see,
you where you want to be.
Seven tries,
head to wall,
hurts your head.
Sort of trust,
that you wi will get.
What you paid for soon.
Seven tries,
head to wall,
just to get cut.
Its what you break down.
Its just a second.
A thrown in towel is the first thing.
can not tell if its the time that your gonna throw.
Push through or you wi will never get,
to see what you gave up,
passed on.
Seven tries,
head to wall,
hurts your head.
Sort of trust,
that you wi will get.
What you paid for soon.
Seven tries,
head to wall.
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