Looks like we died and danced too long our mighty bones began to crumble so sick we made ourselfs build up so you let out a dry tear shed a sickness that was never cured only hidden with the strength soon to break looks like we couldnt find the truth but oh how we loved to surround ourselfs in lies the air says Im not getting better it laughs at me when I try to breath I hear myself missing the pain why did I work so hard to get rid of it never should I move on an impulse wont say I dont regret everything is supposed to happen for a reason but plans can easily be changed perfectly pathetic.
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