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It seems those days have come and into the obscurbing glaze of hindsight.
We were kids,
for truth.
But we had can never be replaced..
.damaged but undone.
And now we take our time to see how we could done...
So muchmore the proximity.
Thinking that just maybe we were the ones who'd be able to set right -
but gone.
remain,
but the mood is dead.
So I around at night,
lost.
Do things this come along more than never in a lifetime?
20 kids,
out and lashing out at what we saw,
no way we could it back.
Those will say where they lay.
And I see a new or at least,
I I do.
Now we take our new out in the world,
we'll those times,
those in nights...
dreaming, hoping, laughing.
But don't remember it to well, because if it gets too vivid you just might further down into the valley,
all left.
Staring at the peaks,
don't it at all.

[Strummed to sounds not heard...to lies. I believed I could falsify love and I was right. Led with blinders I the truth, and the sorrow that lives once the known was gone and I tried to identify the source with some semblance of dignity truest art; love. Should I fear, will realize, should I trust a fleeting feeling? what if this is just a facade...we couldn't stand do I rot or do I just continue to die... who would die and if this is just a facade I could not help but fall. And with falsitites fallen far from this circle - we began anew. ]