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straying reasons that settle at the bottom fighting for our lives as we grow old like cotton a thread of passion leads great kings to stand strong we carry on bowing for an empty throne feeling wrong blank expressions growing young with reasons black and white come and go just like seasons i tear out the notes i left behind scared to take cause once we're gone our pages rip apart like steak apologize again for misunderstanding your life try to give yourself a second chance till number five blood... Sign in to see full entry.