| Was this always meant to fall apart or stand the testing of time?
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| How much were we meant to bend before the break and die?
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| Days would pass on like a dream and months would follow suite
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| Years that rot and fade away so worn like the passing of youth
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| We are the lost, we are the lone
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| These waste lands we call home
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| The endless night to endless days
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| The silent cry a heart betrays!
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| Many will take up the fight, the strong and the weak alike
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| For some the journey kills the will, and others don’t last the night
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| This pain we self inflict for what would be the greater god
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| Si my vanity all this serves, and end, perhaps it should
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| Vanity’s all this serves for me
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| Bend and break but never broken clean
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| For this love is it worth it to suffer
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| For what is it worth in the end?
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| For love there is always suffering
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| And not my place to say when it all ends
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| I never imagine the tolls this would take on me
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| Has it made me stronger or brought me closer to the edge
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| Take it day by day, live it up for now or throw it all away
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| Don’t look back or see what’s left in the wake
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| All this seems like passing dreams
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| The brightest day, the silent scream that never fade at the break of the day |