Beats me. People generally tend to have problems with the reality, or maybe each and everyone of us have our own reality. It's not that love itself is always such a great thing..
How's life?
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Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
__________________ Why won’t you say something now
Don’t leave me hanging
Cut me down
I miss the fire that was once in your eyes
Well come on and say something now
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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky