“Get back up, what are you waiting for this time? “
I’m over playing with this plight
But I’m still handcuffed, ball-gagged, facedown to the floor
And I’m waiting while I’m hating what I’m waiting for
It’s time to take ahold of what belongs to me
It’s time to walk away with no apologies
These voices in the mirror start quietly
And now they’re
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