Sometimes desperation can make you crazy
In fucked up times like this, hope hangs by a thread
Fixated eyes through black out windows, I see a reflection of myself in you
We both know we were once the same. You gripped my hand as we passed the railway
Nothing but a thin grey haze on the road ahead, nothing but a fucked up mind
We have made this choice
Brave enough to fail.
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