I tried to blame them for stealing my memories
but it was my own pain that concealed my blessings
pessimistic outlook while I was walking among angels
king of rebels without a crown, heart bleeding through my knuckles
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there's nothing I wouldn't do for just for one more chance
dreams to go back in time and enjoy that last dance
my past represented from present scars repellent at first glance
impossible to advance, all I know is pain and past romance
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It has been a while since I have felt anything
that's the only plus side, my post war problems bring
born with a smile stored it next to faith, just as a memory
concrete past turns black or white, as love is lost to history
