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Look through the lens of the life we thought we have led —over and over— I thought I saw the end but I guess it's not too late to realize that a lot of what I think didn't make sense
Look through the heights and tell me what else have we not done to reach it —over and over— we fall from heaven just to realize that a lot of what we do didn't make sense
Look through the fire of the time we thought we had it all —over and over— I thought we believe the hurt pushed us to get better that I guess it's not too late to realize that a lot of what we feel didn't make sense
Look through the road and tell me how our journey has finished without us —over and over— we soil our soles and straddle our woes until we realize that a lot of what we fought for didn't make sense
