| This is war, and I’m being torn apart as walls
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| That we’ve worked so hard to break are built back up.
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| Where do I even start, are there even words that
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| I could write to tell you how I feel?
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| Frail words penned on paper amount to nothing more than that.
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| A failed attempt at expressing my gratitude.
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| Wanting to hold on to more than just one night,
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| And hoping that my words impact just one life.
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| This is what keeps us pressing on.
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| Is this still our home,
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| Where my words can always be heard and there is no need for me to scream
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| I will see this dream through for the rest of my days.
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| Even if there is no change,
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| Even if there is no hope,
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| I’ll open fire upon doubt.
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| I’m hoping for a tomorrow where my dreams come true,
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| And in this dream we’ll find resolution.
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| To give up would be to give in to everything I hate.
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| Are we just going through the motions
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| Prolonging what must be done.
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| We’ve taken more than we’ve given in hopes of reaching more.
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| Have we come so far?
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| What’s the point at all?
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| Can we turn this around?
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| To give up would be to give in to everything I hate. |