Giving thanks, the food you receive.
The shirt on your back is all you need.
You weren't bulletproof, blamed it on your youth.
Dropped your keys, asked to leave.
Bearing the weight I feel on me.
The hopeless makes it hard to breathe.
Finding the strength to leave the need, while running from the debris.
Today you have my only prayer, the people, you once held near.
Sifting through the wreckage that brought you here.
December licks the wounds you tried to heal.
Dropped the keys asked to leave, no one saved you a seat.
December is not for the weak.
Dropped your keys asked to leave.
Today you have my only prayer, the people, you once held near.
Sifting through the wreckage that brought you here.
December licks the wounds you tried to heal.
Bearing the weight I feel on me.
The hopeless makes it hard to breathe.
Finding the strength to leave the need, the hopeless makes it hard to breathe.
Dropped your keys asked to leave.
December is not for the weak.
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