Oh Strains, how long and
rough upon us both have been
And oh the things that
should not have been said.
Sadness, long fought, we
swore we could have seen
it fall; how could we know
it was not dead?
for rifts it left unbridged
and scars it gave
despite it all we still
could not revive
our friendship from the fate
we could not save.
Such makes wonder why I am
alive.
Conflict and drama, both an
evil thing
it drives me mad to look at
what was done
there are so many songs that
I could sing
but forever to nowhere I
will run
Whether
or not you know that you still care
I know
for sure: for you I’m always there
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