Polish the broken glass
The dust of your dirty past
But every time that you ask
It puts me in spins
These are just memories
They don't mean anything
How much of this is me
And how much is you?

Such is the irony
The chains and the shackling
All the old garden games binding these two
Such is the game we play
We have such a little say
In what's worth remembering and what I forget
So I choose not to
And I choose not to

And tarnish the legacy
Hobble it at the knees
Shred every single page until you can breathe
If this is defining you
Somebody else's view
Then after the interview you can give in
Instead I will choose which of the battles I fight
For which of the causes I die
The people I love save me
Which of the battles I fight
For which of the causes I die
The people I love save me
Which of the battles I fight
For which of the causes I die
The people I love save me
Which of the battles I fight
For which of the causes I die
The people I love save me


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