ON the first page of our story, the future seems so bright
ON the way up there, I got to let go
It seems so not right, so maybe Im a massacre
It seems I have lost my mind, when a smile turned into a cry
When the curtains falls on the stage, I'll take my bow
The last cry will go along with my luggage,
Never thought things would turn out so evil,
I brought it to new extreme .. ..
This tug of war I have to win.
I got to win
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