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I’m sick of being fought over and I’m sick of being lied to.
For those who think I’m stone, know that I’ve cried too.
For everyone I’ve loved, my passion still musks in the air,
Because when we forget life, we trust only memories we bear.
Don’t act blasé, don’t dare act coy,
What is after this life is simply the void.
Things change in moments, from dawn to dusk,
Your dreams to failures and life to dust.
Hate someone if you must and love anyone you can,
In the end what will you have done with your lifespan?
To border cliché life like sand slips through our grasp,
Soon the present day, the drama and the love is the past.
For those who think I’m stone, know that I’ve cried too.
For everyone I’ve loved, my passion still musks in the air,
Because when we forget life, we trust only memories we bear.
Don’t act blasé, don’t dare act coy,
What is after this life is simply the void.
Things change in moments, from dawn to dusk,
Your dreams to failures and life to dust.
Hate someone if you must and love anyone you can,
In the end what will you have done with your lifespan?
To border cliché life like sand slips through our grasp,
Soon the present day, the drama and the love is the past.