Why do they say, "we are meant to be"
When in the end, it's only history.
Why do we breathe, only to die...
Why is there such a thing called trust
When constantly, there's a knife in your back.
Why are we together, only to separate...
The devastation eats from within
Causing you to sink deeper and deeper...
Trapped in the fog...nowhere to go.
No sense of being.
Lost outside...
All alone.
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
Why do they say, "we are meant to be"
When in the end, it's only history.
Why do we breathe, only to die...
Why is there such a thing called trust
When constantly, there's a knife in your back.
Why are we together, only to separate...
The devastation eats from within
Causing you to sink deeper and deeper...
Trapped in the fog...nowhere to go.
No sense of being.
Lost outside...
All alone.
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