Fight Til We Die
What can we do, when all we see is pain, how are we suppose to cope, when screams echo through our brains
Not to know our highs. To be filled with lies. Is that all we face, in this God forsaken place.
This is not our home, this is not where we will stay. So lets be empty, let us crumble under weight, but what makes us strong, is not holding back the cry. It's picking up the sword, and fighting till we die.
Never are we alone, to suffer all our griefs, we need to find friends, that make us feel at peace.
Not the one who make you cry, not the one who will lie. The ones who survive the worst, and are there when we hurt.
This is not our home, this is not where we will stay. So let us be empty, let us crumble under weight, but what make us strong. Is not holding back the cry. It's picking up the sword,and fighting til we die.
I hate to see you with all of your tears, the thought that it will take you is my biggest fear. I need you to know, that I am here for you. And here I will stay, no matter what you do. And you must know
This is not your home, this is not where you will stay, so be empty and crumble under weight. But what will make you strong, is not hold back the cry. You must pick up a sword, and fight till you die. You won't be alone, I'll be by your side, and soon we will be free from where were confined
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