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We have no control over what we feel
Losing in this life where nothing is real

All that is heard are secrets and lies
The people they affect just sit and cry

Feeling so powerless to change what is false
Not wanting to hurt but blood is their loss

Holding a blade, knife, or a gun
Not knowing what to do but need to run

To leave from this Earth where they cannot stay
Waiting to lose the race and just hide away

We can fix the hurt, the pain that they feel
Losing ourselves in what we hope is real