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breakdown in the nick of time
i struggle for a pointless rhyme
with a little grin right upon my face
is this life such a waste

prison cell is where i hang my hat
my next seat is right where i just sat
on a raincloud thats just about to fall
from the sky

and life
will never find a way
to sacrifice your tears
and heaven exists
if you believe its near
or close in your heart
cause' your soul is the last thing to keep you safe

restless nights and lonely queen size beds
rid the pain that rains inside your head
wisdom can never take the place
of your heart

cause life
is not a lifestyle choice
there are no made up tales
and good can sometimes lose
much faster than you think
or even care
we all just need to breathe
to the dawn
and sunsets are torn
open arms
right to the sky
open arms
embrace the others cries
to cause this pain to die

my lover just never heard the sound
of my heart just crashing to the ground
and the pieces were blown upon the breeze
and then i dropped right on
my knees

then life
just simply found a way
to rip apart my heart
and heaven exists
cause' i know i am in hell
i hold it in my hand
cause' my soul is the last thing i have to lose

the light of day so quickly turns to night
so take my hand and im sure we'll be all right