maybe just sitting herew isn't what we need,
maybe, being alive, isn't something to believe,
maybe, talking to me isn't what you need,
just see, hope and fully live for maybe i'll never be,
run and never hide anymore
this is our song
what went wrong,
everything's gone,
hearts are now torn,
the world reborn,
castles ruined,
in this battle all is bruised,
lived by this horror and all sinned,
nimbed,
the writting that griefs,
souls held within,
this time I BELIEVE.
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