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How are you supposed to live,
When you have nothing to live for?
Yes,
There are friends
But how can you be sure that they're even real?
Even if you've had them your entire life
After a while,
Everything becomes questionable
You don't know who you can trust
Who you can truly call your friend,
And who's just using you for their own game
I've been used
I'm still being used
I'm trying to find something to live for,
But there's an enormous rain cloud hovering over my entire life
It's clouding my judgment
It's making me turn from those who love me most
But how do I escape?
I can't
Not until I find a savior
Who will be ready to catch me when I fall
Maybe then the sun will come back to me.
When you have nothing to live for?
Yes,
There are friends
But how can you be sure that they're even real?
Even if you've had them your entire life
After a while,
Everything becomes questionable
You don't know who you can trust
Who you can truly call your friend,
And who's just using you for their own game
I've been used
I'm still being used
I'm trying to find something to live for,
But there's an enormous rain cloud hovering over my entire life
It's clouding my judgment
It's making me turn from those who love me most
But how do I escape?
I can't
Not until I find a savior
Who will be ready to catch me when I fall
Maybe then the sun will come back to me.
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