We can't medicate man to perfection again, we can't legislate peace in our hearts. We live in but a shadow of the real. We hold our own by keeping our hearts cold. Some talk of destiny others of fate but soon they'll be saying goodbye. I see the parts but not the whole. My eyes are open and everything moves in slow motion. My heart is filled with songs of forever. Our hearts tell a different story, our hands feel a different pulse. And as long as we live every scar is a bridge to someone's broken heart.
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