You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight Why am I trying to see, when there aint nothing in sight Why I am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die
Nothing is lost yet, nothing broken, and yet the cold blue word is spoken: say goodbye now to the Sun, the days of love and leaves are done
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There is a harsh truth to face. No way I'm gonna make it on the outside. All I do anymore is think of ways to break my parole. Terrible thing, to live in fear. Brooks Hatlen knew it. Knew it all too well. All I want is to be back where things make sense. Where I won't have to be afraid all the time. Only one thing stops me. A promise I made....