Us

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Death is a distant rumor to the young Life is eternal
Love is immortal
Death is only a horizon
Nothing save the limit of our sight
Or so we think

Crying is a way your eyes speak
When your mouth can’t explain
How broken your heart is
Life is hard.
After all, it kills you.

You don’t know us at all
You don’t know
What we've been through
The childhood we’ve had
How much we hate ourself
What we do when we're alone

How much we just want to give up
How much our hearts hurt
How much we cry

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