Authors of our fates
Orchestrate our fall from grace
Poorest players on the stage
Our defiance drives us straight to the edge
A reflection in the glass
Recollections of our past
Swift as darkness, cold as ash
Far beyond this dream of paradise lost
Just a nobody playing something epic
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Sometimes you find something that you want to hold on to and never let go.
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Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better then drinking alone
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