| I felt the sun cold. |
| burning slow…
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| Looking for all i have to give,
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| I found myself on the floor again.
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| Say you care. |
| it sets me free.
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| A child cries inside of me.
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| This love hurts more like hate…
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| We have buried ourselves in ourselves, blind.
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| We no longer hear eachother cry.
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| Understanding has turned to pride.
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| I burn myself for the feelings
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| I’ve learned to hide, inside.
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| There’s so much more than i can see.
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| I’m lost in the thought of everything.
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| I feel alone in jaded times.
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| Does the child inside you cry, to fly,
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| To be only who we are inside?
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| To fill our hearts with true love for life?
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| To feel real compassion, not pride?
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| To set free the love we’ve learned to hide, inside.
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| Still we bathe in blood only to rinse in tears.
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| The sunshines cold. |
| these days are cold,
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| And there’s stains on my yesterday,
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| Holes in my now.
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| Tomorrow brings a new day.
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| Tomorrow brings a new hope… |