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I remember our black leather jackets.
I remember the way you’d sing Beat on the Brat.
As if the bat were meant for, as if the bat were meant for me.
I remember the soundtrack of my youth became
The background music to your strife.
I remember when you wanted to live,
I remember, I remember,
I remember when you wanted to live your life.
You said, “Some hells you face, some heavens you fake.
But we’ll never run.
Like it or not, this is our lot and I’m
I’m far from done.”
You put down that barrel.
You put down that gun.
you put down that barrel.
You put down that gun.
I thought, I thought, I thought.
Then, that morning came and it was clear who was the fool.
It took me 20 fucking years to accept a simple fucking truth.
It was buried deep inside your voice as you struggled to admit,
That you could never win the fight, only see the battle through.
Now I know, you can share the same story, grow up in the same room.
You can sing the same songs, fear the same doom.
But I can’t, I can’t help no one the moment that I refuse.
That you, you are not me and I, I am not you.
I am not you, I am not you,
I AM NOT YOU!
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