Reckless
Reckless enough to through myself off a cliff
But there has to be beauty
On the horizon
There has to be fog on the horizon
'Cuase no matter what goes down my throat or up my nose
I still know
Where I belong
And no matter if you break me into a million pieces
I will still pick myself up
I can destroy myself
Knowing that I will pull through
And save myself
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