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My Thoughts It's not in the way we never talk
The war is never won
It's more in the way we never speak
The words will never come
We're like bullets escaping rapidly
The silences pierce the skin
Darkness begins to sweep my eyes
In war you never win
Count your loses and pull the tags
The truth is lying dead
Breathless hope of better days
Lies in a pool of red
Ripped apart the seams are torn
Beaten, buckled, and bruised
Anger and regret turns to apathy
Of the words you choose to use
In the end nothing's ever won
In vain we die by two
The years are spent in solemn thought
Of the things I did to you
