Please.
Pick me up after I have fallen again, utterly defeated with plenty of time left for the enemy to taunt and dance around the ring of life
Oh I swore I was ready only to be defeated in the first round without a single sign of sweat in the other corner
Embarrassed doesn’t even open the door to the shame I feel and there is no one to blame for my defeat but the beaten man in the mirror
You tried to warn me but I’m hard-headed surely now I regret it
While you teach me to fight correctly and heal, I’ll diligently listen this time
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What do I know
My way has steered me here defeated
What do I know
Everything I touch fails
Until you teach me how to hold all things
I might as well stand still and yet still I break that I should build
Teach me the right way.
