We give it all away
And are left emptied
We get beaten,
And left by the side of the road
Things we go through
We get and loose love
They say it's a promise
But merely a lie
A lie that we have conceived
From the mouth of a rotten monster
We lay white sheets
And muddy feet walk over them
Feet so dirty that the sheet never regains its colour
We get cast away from love like rejects
Things we go through.
We never fall, we merely stumbled
They watch us weep thinking we are weak
Not knowing that they are strengthening us
To face the stronger storms coming
Things we go through.
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