we leave our ambitions behind
and cry out 'Lord im ready to die'
our love in our chest
a large weight on it too
we cant decide what would be best
we scar ourselves constantly
we free ourselves consistently
so we feel less physically
we dont feel a little bit real
we believe no one else exists
we think were alone in this ordeal
i never feel lonely without you
but when we get close its apparent
this is too good to be true.
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