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When we wake up in the bright of day, we put on a brave face in hopes we outlast the ultimate race.
We divide to conquer, to only be divided and conquered.
Not knowing the outcome, seeing a vision, we throw away what we hold. Only to be told we arnt good enough.
We search for answers in this reflective glass, but the trail that leads is covered by past.
So we drop in the shaddows to be swallowed by pain, we consume ourselves, in hopes the sunshine takes its raines.
Knowing what i know knowing what I've seen. I have to remain hopeful that this to shall become unseen.
We divide to conquer, to only be divided and conquered.
Not knowing the outcome, seeing a vision, we throw away what we hold. Only to be told we arnt good enough.
We search for answers in this reflective glass, but the trail that leads is covered by past.
So we drop in the shaddows to be swallowed by pain, we consume ourselves, in hopes the sunshine takes its raines.
Knowing what i know knowing what I've seen. I have to remain hopeful that this to shall become unseen.
Published 15th May 2012
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