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Tears hit the ground,

Love was found,

A heart was broken,

A word was spoken.



What do you do when you’re broken?

What do you say when you’ve spoken?

What can you do to find anything at all?

What can you do when you’ve taken the fall?



Blame it on the thorns of roses,

Blame it on the songs composes,

Blame it on the pain inside,

Blame it on what you can’t hide.



Hey now we’re dying for nothing,

Hey now we’re breathing just to live,

When you’ve got nothing left,

And you’re down to your last breath,

What are your words?



Why do we hurt another?

Why do we hurt our brothers?

Why do we cause this pain to rise?

Our pain to them will be our own demise.