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It hurts to break

To fake

To play these games

To watch

To cry

To fall in line

To choose

To trust

To stand alone

These thoughts make me sick

It shouldn't be like this

Lets run away

Escape the pain

We're hiding scars

Counting stars

I think we might be sick

But I love you just the same

Maybe one day

We'll be alright

But for now

We still need to fight

So take my hand

And once again we shall stand

I'll help you fight your demons

If you help me drown mine

We'll hide our pain together

Drifting away

You can't quite escape

Fate 

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