Agony
Destroyed by the Pressure... Pressured by the Dreams...
Left to Measure... Overflowing at the Seams...
Never knowing what's Right or Wrong...
Just knowing the Sorrow for to Long...
Where is the Life that you can Recognize? How long can you Live with the Lies?
We cannot Cry for yesterday... Our Tears just turn to Dust and Fly Away...
We used to Believe in every one's Impassioned Exstence...
Something's So Pure and Sincere... We let it develope...
Into Being Very Tense... Being in Jeopardy... Constant Fear...
Our Future's are So Undetermined... Our Agony is So Constant...
For our Angry... Deceitful Ways... Who cannot Blame us...
For Being Reluctant... For all of our Catastrophic Days...
We may only Wish you could Believe... That our Hearts are Always True
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