There comes a time when that every bird has to fly,
at some point tat roses has to die.
i guess it's my turn now and sooner or later i would have to face to truth.
who wouldn't want the problems to come later
but it doesn't help does it?
we tried and come on, it didn't work.
i would rather deal with it now then to live life in panic every day.

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just beause i didn't stand for anything,
i fell for everything.


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i sick of looking for those heroes in the sky
just teach me how to fly.
then maybe we could sore into the skies.