give up
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"How did your baseball game?," was the innocent question that I asked that started it all.
When I asked you that, I never in a million years thought that I would continue to fall.
I found a box in the attic,
It was covered in dust.
It's label said "Dreams,
I'd been forced to give up."
I collapsed to the floor.
As old wounds did appear.
As a page of a book.
I once had the chance to take a stand
To give the world my helping hand
Or make a difference in this land
But I walked away
When I was young I loved to dance
To put my soul into a trance
I beg this question upon you,
Tie up my wrists
Bind my heart
Wrap it tenderly beneath your knife
I assure you
It does not bleed
For bleeding is a sign of death,
when is it approprate
to give up and give in
when can the breathing stop
and the struggles cease to be
must this tradegy continue
must there be a crash and burn
cannot this end here and now
