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Informed; I pack my deserted island duffle bag Like Icarus and Sisyphus I set my feet to sand Action cannot exist as past, and my time is at hand Whether fall, fail or crumble I have nothing but my will
We are born with it the power to choose This power is important with it you cannot lose But the choices we make define our fates With this in mind must we be allowed to make mistakes?
I don't care you're not the same as me You don't care I'm not the same as you Why is that so hard for them to see? They always talk but never do
The light shines bright for those who seek it, It gives warmth to those who embrace it, It removes the lurid world around us, and makes us see our inner corruption. The darkness encloses our lives,
Coffee or Tea? Well, what will it be, Because the decision is left up to me. My friend across the table ordered Tea. And for him, Tea it will be. But my decision is left up to me.
How many times a broken heart Have to break before it stops to start? How long when tears are cried and fears Assigned will they continue to grind our minds We hold to fear 'cause it makes sense
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