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Guilty minds seeking innocent souls.
The purest flesh of sinful memories.
And precious freedom of moving forth.
Why do we look back?
Why do we sell our lives
For less than theyre worth?
Drowning in rivers we can not see,
Failing to find what was meant to be.
I refused to take the path,
That god layed out for me.
Now it's too late, now it's harder
To cry when I can't find the tears.