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I am from
Something now breaking
and feelings unsaid
Faces all completely looking dead.

We cant trust anyone anymore it seems
Were all going under
Drowning in our spite and dreams
All it seem to be silent screams.

We fell apart when the glue died
She was all our fight
Now all you hear is dispise
And all we have is emotions to hide

We pretend are fake family together
But I can feel this knife cutting hurt
So much for family is forever
All we hear now is whatever...

So I say this is what I have come to be from
And for it all I am a fighter like the glue she was
And my mother whos left hung
And my life they have taught me the lesson to be well strung.