Isn't this what you wanted?
To see me beautifully broken,
Your mask is receding.
Isn't this what you wanted?
To feel me, soft and unspoken,
Your mask is receding.
But you have to stumble
to move again.
And I'll mend again and again,
Is this what you wanted?
And I'll mend again and again,
Is this what you wanted?
Teeth to bone, I'll hold on, I'll hold on
I'll hold on with the tips of my fingers.
Teeth to bone, I'll hold on, I'll hold on
I'll hold on with the tips of my fingers.

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