I'll hold my ground and spit my last breath.
This is us, here, kids of today left to weep. Still we try. Still we drag along, still we fight, still we rise above. Pray for me please...
See what i've been through these days, years.
Fed up with tears, with us. I've seen it coming since hell knows when. Been hated by lord knows who. Grapevines kill now and then. Nevermind cuz true knows truth. Who are you?
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