we're gonna live anyway
raise your hands up high
cause you'll never reach the sky
sing till your lungs give out
cause it doesn't matter how much you shout
no matter how your hands reach
no matter how your lungs give
no matter how you rejoice
for better or worse, you'll live
and swallow the day
seize your pride
burn your bridges
retie knots untied
life is something you live
and that remains to be true
whether the grass is brown or green
despite the sky being blue
someday the world will be reduced to the nothingness that comes out of not caring for anything except other people's faces and their next meal.
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tearsofrainposted on 05/23/2008
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