New skin
I look up at the sky and wish we lived in a perfect world.
No war, no loss, no suffering, no heartbreak
No cares, no conflict.
Nothing to fight for and nothing to lose
This concept is a safe place, a tear in time and space
Does such a place exist outside of my own head?
Would I trade away my freedom, for the promise of harmony?
“You see, our only choice for defeating evil is taking away your choice for good”
Would it be an act of mercy, or a strategic display of cruelty,
grounds for more?
You think fighting for your life is tough? Try having nothing to live for.
I'm ready to feel, even if it makes me unpredictable
I’m ready to take chances, even if I might lose
I'm ready to envy, and see others get what I want, to know that whats mine is truly my own
I am willing to fall behind for the chance to get ahead
And I believe the truth is worth hurting for
We live in a perfectly imperfect world, you fall and you bruise
you play with fire and you get burned.
But then your skin becomes new, and you start to heal
And you know you're free,
Because you can feel
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