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“On The Ropes” by Little Brazil
I was on the ropes
From a stand
Of keeping bad company
And making foolish decisions
I fooled my road
By making out
Like I was something
Even in my selfish ____ captain
I was in bad shape then
You know I have no excuse
And I’m sorry to you, my friend
You had to see me like that
And once again
I’m afraid
Of being me
I remember playing sports at 13
So I’m with her now
My best friend is gone
But I swore to him
That I’d make something out of this wreck I’ve made
This mess I’ve made
And it seems okay to
Fall and lie with the everyday
Feelings that you thought to be so easily swallowed
You had to force them down
All this time spent wondering
Are you the accuser?
Are you guilty?
I’m waiting for you to make up your mind
Do you want this crazy life inside of you?
Or do you want to run?
We swore to ourselves we would never be
If that is good enough for you
It’s good enough for me
