Mystery



I'm a fighter, always standing up
Now the weakness talks
I'm on my knees, and I'm about to drop

It's a mystery
Why I can't stop thinking of you
Mystery
How everything circles around you
In my mind

I'm doing all in my power
To get free
In my mind
I promised my self till this day I'd be

But it's a mystery

Can feel your presence
Can smell your fragrance
As if you stood beside me
It isn't ovr until it's over

I'm not gonna cry
I've been thought better than that
My eyes are too fucking dry
Now isn't that ironic?
This is my own fight
I'm gonna wear it out
I'm gonna bleed out



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