fall down out of place
Too tired to write to tired to live
so we fake a smile
And lean in for a kiss
Its love or tragedy
My anger laced agony
Angry truth prevails over white lies i tell
You say your happy
I say its hell
Not a bad life
Not a bad world
Clench my fist and fell the whirl
It crashes down we waste away not a dark world just my brightest day
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