 | eveytime i try to make my road straight
theres always someone to make path awry
like a massacare under a blue sky
a passion of crime within people's eyes
every step that id make wouldnt count,
because im moving backwards
every tree that id pass wouldnt give me shelter
their not there for me,not there for the winter
i would not cry,even if i want to.
i would not sleep,this might be the last time
i would give myself a try,one last time
ill walk again,towards the sun
i'd bring my paper and my pen
to guide me,to comfort me
ill write every sin that im going to make
ill tear every pain that i would take
ill sing the life that im going to have
i will express my dying love...
in the end of time,i'll be back
to tell you what happened on my lonely path
for you to know the truth behind the lies
the stories inside my hopeless mind
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