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Oh yes, I know this tension that you speak of
We´re in the palm of a hand making a fist
It´d be best for one of us to speak up
But we prefer to pretend it does not exist
And you can´t see past the blood on my hands
To see that you´ve been aptly damned
To fail and fail again
Cause we´re all guilty of the same things
We think the thoughts whether or not we see them through
And I know that I have been forgiven
And I just hope you can forgive me too
So don´t you dare blame me for
Prying open the door
That´s unleashed the bitterness
That´s here in the midst of this
Sometimes we live for no one but ourselves
And what we´ve been striving for
Has turned into nothing more
Than bodies limp on the floor
Victims of falling short
We kiss goodbye the cheek of our true love