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Days go by, it hurts to remember
Hours turn to days, March to November
I promised to hold you, always and forever
But these thoughts in my head just won't go away
Why give your love? Because roses decay
Why fill another glass? Because everything will eventually drain
And the same pain will resurface
Will we ever find our purpose?
Or will we float forever in feelings of jade?
And be destroyed by what we made

We live in a world, composed of lies
Where not everyone lives, but everyone dies