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You can’t catch me even if you really try

We go even more even if we’re ‘bout to cry

We can rise, we can crash 

but the end is still the same

We all end up on a side of the blame

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There’s no peace even if we’re really bored

We go to the place where our battle armor is stored

I can say honest things

But we don’t change our course

We blaze on, though we all feel the remorse

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Someday it will all work out if we let it work

It’ll be for some better but for some way worse

It may be unstable, and it may get us back in

The fight that none of us will ever really win.

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Inspiration:

Again, the friend drama at school… Sorry, I know you want some variety…

Explanation:

Does this need an explanation? I don’t think so, so I will leave you to wonder.

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