| I fell asleep a boy, and when I woke I was a man
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| Forced to mature by this cold world that surrounds us
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| What once was so innocent before is now lost
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| Let down by the elders that we used to trust
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| We were all meant for so much more than this
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| No more turning back, no more giving in
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| Although time has locked us in regret
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| We won’t back down, this can’t be over yet
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| We’ll water our pillows with candid memories
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| Praying for things to be the way they used to be
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| Somehow always blaming ourselves again and again
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| Hoping that we will finally see the end
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| All the broken promises and fallen dreams
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| Courtesy of our creators
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| False hope busting out of their seams
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| They’re becoming such outstanding traitors
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| No more turning back, no more giving in
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| We were all meant for so much more than this
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| A child so small, locking up everything inside
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| Scared and alone, the only thing to do is hide
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| Accepting the decisions that were way over our heads
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| Hearing the yelling from our tear-covered beds
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| Now with a void that’s only half-filled
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| Cradling the memories that haven’t yet been killed
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| Although time has us locked in regret
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| We won’t back down, this can’t be over yet
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| We have coped with the pain that is inevitable
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| Recovered from the deep wound that made us so unstable
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| We’ll live ready for tomorrow like it was yesterday
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| Caught up in the past when we need to focus on today
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| We’ll flood our pillows with candid memories
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| Praying for things to be the way they used to be
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| Somehow always blaming ourselves again and again
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| We’ll flood our pillows with candid memories
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| Praying for things to be the way they use to be
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| Hoping that we’ll finally see the end
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| No more turning back, no more giving in
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| We were all meant for something so much more than this |