So I stormed out of the mist into a frail happiness,
the kind that feels like you're giving in.
I flirted with defeat in the face of coming heat
and started walking dead for days on-end.
How can I see what it all means to me
as I walk into the unknown?
All that I need are these small victories.
Oh the time that you can waste
when you forget how it tastes
to let yourself just stop and take it in
I have started looking up into the face of what I love,
so I can start to live for days on-end
How can I see what it all means to me
as I walk into the unknown?
All that I need are these small victories.

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