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Now we leave in quick concession, 

broken trust our last intention, 

how did we get here? 

Lost what we were fighting for, 

seems we dont care anymore, 

And now i'm dying here.

I'm standing at the edge and i'm slowly looking down, 

we were once a royal pair and now they fall,

our broken crowns, 

We rose so high, and we defied, 

every obstacle along the way, 

now I crawl, down this crumbling hall, 

trying to survive another day.

broken mirrors, faulty reflections, 

blows softened by cracked suspension, 

still burned, our flesh this iron sears, 

Crumbling now to the core, 

drowning washing up on shore, 

a symbol of our fallen tears

Now I'm falling off the edge,

and I'm staring at the ground, 

screaming on the inside, 

but I'll never make a sound, 

Getting closer, falling fearfully, 

with the air I grapple freely, 

And in this last breathe i realize, 

closing my eyes I visualize,

Sunny days and sarcastic speeches, 

rainy days spent on the beaches, 

back when the future was so clear, 

late nights that we spent fuelling fires, 

as we started climbing higher, 

how the fuck did i end up here ?