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I'll save my goodbyes: I had hoped to close with a better line, but it's hard to write since my confidence capsized. And all the words that I held inside, I wish that I had told the world, and sailed that sinking feeling back to you. My fears collided, cast hope aside, and left me out in the cold. My resolve was strong, but I set my sights all wrong. And all that I had to learn was every chance I turned down has led me here, and I've got bridges to burn, and death threats marked "Return to sender". I swear that I tried to fix these flaws of mine, but I took my time, and the water began to rise. So I was the vessel, you were the anchor, your stories the tide: forever changing. We won't be back on land tonight. The setting sun on the horizon reminds me you won: it's too late to change or disguise what I have become. You can fight to stay afloat; to break free of the undertow, but nothing can help you forget what's hiding below. I'm sending out a signal tonight: a year at sea, I'm barely alive. But you give me a reason to fight, and I'll get my head straight. I won't forget that every lesson I had to learn and every chance I turned down has led me here, and I've got bridges to burn, and death threats marked "Return to sender".
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