Battle Of Our Pasts.

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[Inspired by Car Radio - Twenty One Pilots. Stoopid song made me cry. :'3]


I just can't stop moving

From the battle I'm losing


So stuck in the dark,

I've lost the last mark

That I made when I came

To stake my last claim


My body is shaking,

My limbs are aching,

And I wish that God would just come down and take me.


Away from this hellhole

That I once called my home,

Away from the empty streets

Where I used to roam.


Far from this evil,

Far from this hate,

So I can't suffer my loved one's same fate.


But when it's all over,

When my battle is won.

The tale of our life will not be outdone.

Another stitch up, another suture.

These wounds, this poison 

Will bind us and our futures.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 14, 2016 ⏰

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