The days are getting longer, but our lives are getting shorter; we're spending all our money locked inside the metal vaults.
The grains of sand are slipping, but the memories are staying; we couldn't erase some of them even if we tried.
The world is getting harder to comprehend, and some fear that our days are ending; hope might not even decide to spare us.
Everything is unknown, our lives are rearranging; and we fear that we'll get left behind.
The dark is on our side, the Earth seems so huge; can we ever find our way to our destiny?
Our regrets are growing, and our hearts are fading to black; maybe if we listened we could hear the truth inside.
If you loved me could you tell me, there is no star for me?
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My Chemical Imbalance
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