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silence still wins. its half past three thirty and you're wondering whats running through me.
taken in stride like chicago's windy.
echoing inside as if my chest was empty.
and if i could show you the meaning, i didnt plan to write this ending. lets pretend we never knew, that the best of me was the worst of you. and on top of this makeshift pedestal everyone can see that my life stopped living before i stopped giving. i'll just never understand, but i know that ive been here before.
taken in stride like chicago's windy.
echoing inside as if my chest was empty.
and if i could show you the meaning, i didnt plan to write this ending. lets pretend we never knew, that the best of me was the worst of you. and on top of this makeshift pedestal everyone can see that my life stopped living before i stopped giving. i'll just never understand, but i know that ive been here before.