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I felt alive for the first time in yearsTthe night I destroyed what was keeping me here.Ours were the hands that broke the chain with nothing to gain.For kids who hate each other, this is a good place to live.A clean stove, wood floors,A place that I would call home.And up my stairs, I can tell that you're bored.Let go trashed floors. I wish I never came home.Pay my respects to last summer, and no pictures in the car.If I'm living in the past, I'm not living. From Letras Mania