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[belly_botton]

why do we go on living
when everyday is the same
over again we fall
over again we laugh
over again we lie
over again we touch
over again the clock ticks
as we get closer to the end
and what r we left with
a thousand little cuts
that let the blood seep through
a thousand lost friends
that fell as time was gone
a thousand lost loves
that never really loved
so why do we go on living
when everyday is the same
over and over again