How many times have I fallen before you How much longer can I go on To raise to my feet, to try this game again I often point fingers of blame If only my mother knew the real me Her heart would break, for I am shame Not the strong man she raised from birth A coward, a child, and a scared soul In my dreams, I can fly away And look back through tears of pain Even if I were to never awake I would still have my downtime If only my mother knew the real me Her heart would break, for I am shame Not the strong man she raised from birth A coward, a child, and a scared soul A sweet embrace from honest love Just won't be enough this time If I had the cure, to save myself I would then know how you feel If only my mother knew the real me Her heart would break, for I am shame Not the strong man she raised from birth A coward, a child, and a scared soul
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