Emarosa
You can't get out Fear, couldn't place its hands on us my dear.
My pride has dropped, Because I couldn't sell short myself this time.
String it along.. Say you'll love me either way.
Well I'm about to spend my cold life Cutting corners, placing blame.
Any moment this could catch fire,
Erasing all the stains, so here's to starting over ..
We could be the same, we'll change it all together
The future's mine to claim
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