Carry On

Sometimes I wonder what they really care for

Their bitter knives aren't something to ignore

All I want is a small resting place 

To free me from this feeling of disgrace

But does it really matter?

 

Carry on

Let me breath

Can you see

That your opinion isn't what I need

So carry on...on 

Let me breathe

 

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