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Untie me from this anchor made up of faces So taken with cages Closed in by lines they drew This is so fucked How did you go so far you lost sight of who you wanted to be Staying in station? Growing sick of not wearing my heart on my sleeve and Wearing myself down til I have no choice I'm leaving But I've always been taught to stand in place I know in my chest this divided town can't mend In the end at least I found my real friends Days were a series of sticks and stones It took your words to crack my bones So try your hardest to hold your tongue I'd fracture my own trying to break this tension. From Letras Mania