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I had a key, To my heart, It was only for me, To play my part. I gave away the key, To a boy,
A game, it started with, To meet your lover in it was a myth. The meeting was probably a coincidence, Now it actually makes sense. I met half of my identity, One I've been searching for since infinity.
Why should we be the ones to pay? All we ever did was grow up Innocent, curious, human. We were born into this world Through no fault of our own. Our only sin is living. So why do we pay their debts?