When story needs an enemy
Misery needs a company
Heart is the rule
Pain is the tool
It will be easy to break somebody
Than to launch a thousand army
Go cracking from inside
Give nowhere to hide
It will satisfy spectator slowly
Than all useless torment in hurry
Some say it is written destiny
Some say it is the show of sympathy
For the more you run
The more fierce it comes
For the more you ignore
The more it haunts
Some say it is the art of life
Some say it is the trial of love
For the more you cry
The stronger you are
For the more you fall
The tougher you are
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