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  1. Fragile 17

From the album Wasted In Space

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Lyrics

Every day I saw myself, my expression
Always taking on so many different shapes

Planning my escape, but I got no sense of direction
Trying to save the piece of me they didn’t take

When I was 17, without a purpose but full of dreams
Stealing poetry from the pages of a magazine
I’m not 17, still fighting through my dreams
Loading ammo into my fragile magazine
There’s always ammo for my fragile magazine

So quick to give critiques, yeah they all downplay me
So quick to feel ashamed ‘cuz you know there’s shame in trying

Come on and cut me down, Yeah I’ll hit the ground, I’m running
To a place I’ve heard of but I’ve never seen

When I was 17, without a purpose but full of dreams
Stealing poetry from the pages of a magazine
I’m not 17, still fighting through my dreams
Loading ammo into my fragile magazine
There’s always ammo for my fragile magazine

So cut it out, this isn’t you
I know that breathing in can be so hard to do
Fly that flag, push on through
‘Cuz I don’t care, I don’t care, it’s only you

When I was 17, without a purpose but full of dreams
Stealing poetry from the pages of a magazine
I’m not 17, still fighting through my dreams
Loading ammo into my fragile magazine
I’m not 17, still fighting through my dreams
Loading ammo into my fragile magazine
There’s always ammo for my fragile magazine