What kind of world would it be without you? Would I still think the same? Would your words be less true? If you always played a game.
Forever trying to understand, Those thing I never could. All a part of being a man. A part of being misunderstood. Emotion shown in so many ways. Different with each day.
Through the past the future's known. Or so tis how it seems. Into this world we're thrown. As if it were a dream. What has or hasn't been, will come out in the end.
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