| "A blank share says it all never mind my unsteady hand
Are we really nothing more than the walking decay?
Do we have to live this way?
Time's knife pressed against our veins
There's no turning away, the fragility of humanity
Never could quite understand
The importance of pretty things it's killing me
Unavoidable tragety finally it's here and now we remember only good times
Everything I am has come from sound
Please memory don't fail me
Last day of the rest of our lives
Last chance to make things right
And now I know
Our eyes aren't all that see
Each day that we wake up
We struggle to feel alive
Living under the knife
I hold close those dear to me"
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| "I want to bring You all that is in my heart
I want to bring You my everything
But I've failed You so many times
How can I stand here before You
When I begin to steal what only belongs to You
I am able to bring You nothing that isn't already Yours
I am so ashamed of what I ever called my own
Take what I have, take these broken remains
What can I give You that You don't already deserve
You laid down Your life when I refused to give mine" |
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