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This warm night your cold heart and the struggles within you.

Why is it so right?

Because we feel this way.

Why is it so wrong?

Because this is where I stand.

I haven't been awake yet for me to understand how I got here.

Try to stand on your own two feet.

I won't be there.

I haven't been awake yet for me to understand I won't be there.

You say there's hope for us yet.

When you find hope don't pretend like you know me,

we've torn apart Someday we'll meet again, maybe be like we first began.

Run from yourself, it's not as impossible as it seems.

Maybe it's not me.

Now I see your skin burning.

Finding logic in an act of desperation.