we met in another world, but we came from the same one.
we spoke a different language.
we stood there face to face hoping to make a sense out this happening.
why are we speaking their language when we have our own?
i asked that same reason only i had it with my head.
we tried it once, but it didn't work out.
it was a long time ago, and we just forgot.
that was your reason, but i nodded my head in agreement.
we should have never left.
we should have never forgotten where we come from,
instead we became one of them,
and in return we became outcasts of our own world.
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up and up the stairs i heard a bang and i never looked back
Puisithe stairs are behind me and i'm afraid to look back. i silenced a man forever and somewhere deep inside died with him. how i wish i could go back ,but it means death. how i wish i know why these three are connected.
