And we were running out, through the storms,
through the night
We were running in the dark,
we were following our hearts
And we would fall down,
and we would slowly fall apart
We would slowly,
fall into the dark
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Life The Way It Is
PoetryLife, the way it is, it doesn't make sense, But it makes perfect sense all the same. Life, it isn't fair for everyone, And I guess that makes it fair enough. Life, it teaches you many lessons But by the time you learn, it's time to leave Life, it...
