Venom creeps inside my head every single day
Makes me doubt myself, makes me question every way.
Millions all around try to tell me how to live
Push me to want what’s foreign to me, what I don’t need.
But while I breathe, I’ll crush my walls
While I breathe, I’ll burn my bridges down.
Who but me can walk my path?
Who but me can stand his ground?
Sweet words and a thousand theories
Can’t break me, can’t prove me wrong.
My truth is whispered by my heart,
My truth is burning in my veins like fire.
I won’t call you to walk my way,
I respect my own choice like no one else.
But if you stand beside me — I’ll hold your weight,
If you stand beside me — I’ll help you take the step.
Who but me can
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