Our survival is essential
Making the ends meet in the center
with what is to become of our potential
Take a moment with a breath of fresh air
and just be simple
Dividing the paths from all that we walk along side
while we grab a fistful
Of dirt as we get to ssed on the ground
looking for revenge even if it means paying a hefty to ll
Im writing a mental note of a line
that was crossed long ago
Holding a grudge
while we do the same with our to ngues
We grow tired and dull

While what waits is a fire that burns inside
to reverse all that was lost
We do what we have to at all costs
At the end of the night
we polish what we've vanquished
Each and every second is a paint brush stoke
of what we've accomplished

The future holds no promises
Right now is everything that has become and it's what we're stuck with

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