wreckage is all i can cause
but my friends need me
if i was gonna gain somthing
then i have already lost
i wouldnt let anything hurt them
but i can barely handle my own
im going crazy and they let me know
that what ever i do, it isnt enough
that when i blink one day theyll
just be gone..
there is more than one road
of wich we must walk
that leads to our own fire and ice
our own choices we're free to make
and they might go, right befor my eyes
but i have to be there for them
no matter what it takes
because i know my friends, arnt mistakes
to other people thier wreckage
mishaps, and good for nothings
but to me they are my everything
they keep me breathing, and strong
and i think that makes it harder
to know that somthing might go wrong
ill take the road to fire, they might
not read the sighn, and go oposite of mine.
all i cause is wreckage
but if you wish to gain somthing
then we've already lost
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