do you know what it means
to truly be outside
last pick
I thought that we were one
from all the nodding heads
i've seen
angels
open arms
and cast down nations until
nothings left
the stubbor
you try to justify your actions
and the lies
hiding from life
terrified
i will never believe
this is all we are meant to
i'm taking a look
back at the mess
the stains
the smell
but now
you stuck around
but not long enough
you helped us get through
the
tell you once
and i'll tell you again
lay my life down
choking the past
and all of the greed
subjecting myself
to all the
you won't
let me down again
those days are over
and we're no
is this worth the lives
is this worth the pain
this is
how long would it take for you
to finally admit the
These
these final days
in agony
spent holding your word so tightly
all the
how can you say
that they meant so much
when times got
when i was young
i questioned my faith
at a time when
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