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We ran hard
With nothing on our feet
Now those scars
Mean nothing more to me
Than when we were young and about to break
It's been a long time since I felt whole
Since every single day didn't drag me down
To the bottom
And beckon to my grave
Fuck you for making me hate myself
Unpack the baggage of society
It's hard to say what price was paid
When you're winning on a technicality
I wonder down the line what you'll think of me
Brave enough to try or a blind sheep?
I hope you never think that I never cared
Covered are the bottoms of my feet now
Protected from the stones of the rough ground
For better or worse I'm running it down
I'm running down
Fuck you for making me hate myself
Unpack the baggage of society
It's hard to say what price was paid
When you're winning on a technicality
WRITERS
Joseph Stipich
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