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100 Days
100 Days
It’s been 100 days
Feel I’m slipping out of the haze
Eyes no longer carry the red glaze
Like I’ve been born on Mars
It’s been 100 days
I’m starting to mend my ways
I no longer gaze
At the black part of my soul
It’s been 100 days
I’m feeling firmer in my veins
I’m no longer ashamed
To be living in my skin
It’s been 100 days
No longer feel out of place
Think I can break out of the chains
To walk among the living
But it’s only been 100 days
Takes a lot more to replace
I gotta keep the pace
To repair all the hurt I’ve caused
It’s been 100 days
Feel I’m slipping out of the haze
Eyes no longer carry the red glaze
Like I’ve been born on Mars
It’s been 100 days
I’m starting to mend my ways
I no longer gaze
At the black part of my soul
It’s been 100 days
I’m feeling firmer in my veins
I’m no longer ashamed
To be living in my skin
It’s been 100 days
No longer feel out of place
Think I can break out of the chains
To walk among the living
But it’s only been 100 days
Takes a lot more to replace
I gotta keep the pace
To repair all the hurt I’ve caused
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