Some say it's all because
The life you chose
Some fill their emptiness
Some find their truths

It's in the line across
The broken pieces
It's in the fortune hands
In the lost and given

Let me hold your hand
It's not too late to break the bad
Sometimes when we don't understand
And we will do it all again

Some say it's all because the thoughts you keep
It is your memory that make you weak
In all the written words my voice is breathing
Why can't you see what hurts when even tears are bleeding

Please just hold my hand
It's not too late to break the bad
Sometimes when they don't understand
And we will do it all again

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Aaah-aaaah-aaaah

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