On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out to be so evil
I don't know why i'm still surprised...
And surprised i stay
looking back at all the days
turning a blind eye
to all the things glaring at me
Next time it won't be the same
you will once again change
till the next time you hit again
and i fall for the same scheme
It's not about who is right
It's not about the way out
It's not about who hit harder
It's always a losing game of who loses more
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out to be so evil
I don't know why i'm still surprised...
And surprised i stay
looking back at all the days
turning a blind eye
to all the things glaring at me
Next time it won't be the same
you will once again change
till the next time you hit again
and i fall for the same scheme
It's not about who is right
It's not about the way out
It's not about who hit harder
It's always a losing game of who loses more
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