Thousands of tears have been wasted,
in vain for the pain I've tasted.
All of this sorrow back we can trace it,
we're meant to be together, embrace it.
Side-by-side pain and I,
hand-in-hand slowly I'll die.
Quietly and softly I slip into the night,
this is the cost of erasing my plight.
I need it all to put up a fight,
all of this all to make it seem right.
Time is up no use in resistance,
life is over no use in existance.
Passing along where angels fly,
gliding into where evils die.
The slow, emptiness so blight,
Through all the darkness I see light.
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