Break...break, the soul in pieces...
There are a lot of hits and misses
People that matters really don t care
Hush hush baby don t cry, nothing s fair
It s only me, myself, and I that counts
Think, think of a thousand & one doubts
Never was, never will be the optimistic
When everything fades, it ll all be cryptic
Run, run, away from your conscience and hide...
If everything falls apart u still hav ur pride
You may be hurt, you may grovel and scream...
It s way better than living in foolish dreams
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