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another dead ends
there was no point in even trying or hoping was there?
I'm not in charge
they are
they like to juggle precious stones in front of my eyes
then make them disappear
it's just another unfinished hand-job
I don't get to keep anything good in this life
it's just history repeating itself
over and over and over and over...
life is NOT what you make of it
life is what it decides it wants to be towards you
(we'll never get to see each other again will we?)
I'm not in charge
they are
they like to juggle precious stones in front of my eyes
then make them disappear
it's just another unfinished hand-job
I don't get to keep anything good in this life
it's just history repeating itself
over and over and over and over...
life is NOT what you make of it
life is what it decides it wants to be towards you
(we'll never get to see each other again will we?)
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