Growing strong, the voice of my father said
"Don't give it up, don't be forgotten"
This hell on earth, I just want to run away
They told dreams don't grow from here
Stay alone, count your fears
Somewhere down the line I might figure it out

"Singin' all my songs to bedroom mirrors
Deep inside my heart I am still here

We're always runnin' away and we don't even stop to think about it
The world's in our hands yeah
They don't need to understand
We do it our own way, no matter what they try to say about it
We've got our own plans yeah
They don't need to understand

They don't need to understand

What made me tough almost killed me
At least that's how I remember the story
Over the years I've forgotten how it was
But I survived and I won't walk down
The same old road that they all followed
It only leads to a life not meant for me"

~Andy Beirsack~
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