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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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Not The Strong
Novembers Doom

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