Like a hatchet to the skull.

Pull it together, button up my shirt. Roll down those sleeves. Not letting you see how I've coped.

Giving up on everything I've worked for.

I'll break my own fall to keep you picture perfect.

Don't hold me up, I can stand my own ground. I don't need your help.

Broken windows and ashes will guide the way.

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There's a train leaving town in an hour, it's not waiting for you neither am I.