there are no words to describe what's inside
there aren't enough tears for me to cry
and this burning heart beats a mile a minute
and stops with just one sigh...
when there aren't enough hands to hold you
up to the sky weightless like a balloon
searching everywhere for some place new
don't worry, you'll find your place soon
when you close your eyes and see nothing
you know your imagination is long gone
and you try with your last breath to cling
to everything you were and have done
but then you open your eyes
and the light burns
and you realize
the world always turns
and you're not who you thought
but you're not who you wanted
you're not the people you fought
and you're not haunted...
you're living someone else's life
and you always feel like a stranger
walking the edge of a sharp knife
constantly looking out for danger
but this is your real story
and this is your own life to live
there is no shining or faded glory
just this broken heart to give...
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