The Struggle
It's been hard to fight
knowing that we will fall
Trying to find the light
looking for a way to fix it all
It was fun for a while
but the feelings soon fade
as our our bodies hit the title
we begin to clean up the mess we made
The freedom that love gave
has shackled us and become our chain
There is little that we could save
we lost so much, the amount we thought we'd gain
The struggle has left us shattered
The one body is now two
left wondering what really mattered
foolish to believe and trust what we knew
Now our fragments are on the floor
and I realize that you and I are no more
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