. . . :
"I broke into a million pieces, and I cant go back, but now I'm seeing all the beauty, on the broke glass. The scars are part of me, Darkness and Harmony, My Voice without the Lies this is what it sounds like. Why did I cover of the color stuck inside our head?, ived should have let jagged edges and meet the Light instead, Show me what's underneath I'll find your harmony, The song we couldn't write this is what it sounds like. We're Shattering in the silence were rising defient, Screaming I'm the darkness your not alone, We listen to the demons we let them get between us, But non of us are out here on our own. So we were Cowards, So we were Liars,So were not Heroes were still survivors, The dreamers the fighters no lying I'm tired but dive in the fire and I'll be right here my your side. We broke into a million pieces and we can't go back but now I'm seeing all the beauty in the broken glass"
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