Insight

What would I want if all I could want was nothing at all

And the hopes turned against me and burned to ashes in front of my eyes

Would I turn around and ask you to come and watch me fade

Would you watch it and watch still

Like a feather on a boring and hot summer day

While I’m bathing in the mud, covered

You would just walk away

I know it

Walk away and don’t look back

It was never your fight

It is never you fight

For we are born alone

And like that shall we die

Betrayed for what we were promised

It was never in plan to be given

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