I was supposed to be an image of your soul (every yesterday)
But I was born of another blinded faith (starting to push away)
Every fiber of my frame is like a flooded vein
I got it all to gain if I keep letting it flow
Never, not been on my own
Never let this truth be shown not afraid to be alone and I
Chorus :
Don't tell me what's right or wrong there's two sides to every story
Why don't we just get along, the age that separates our lives
Look at me now because I
Head to head and even I found my cure (starting to push away)
Every cell that binds that my soul is like a story told
The ending won
I
Life made into an art, a painting of a man with a chance
Chorus
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