You don't have to cry tonight. Or fake your social flawed although you might. Its just another name to look your way to feed your cause. And so the same with your belief, was Sunday just a trend? A name to claim? And now you've got your new philosophies, an all new name. And it's a gun in hand, can't touch its fate. And like a poison flower, it'll wither away. Will your emotion, navigate your faith? You're just a silly kid, and no one understands your pain. A void of true identity, to follow after mediocrity. Fads are like a drunken vagabond, who cannot see. And so the same with your belief, was Sunday just a trend? A name to claim? And now you've got your new philosophies, an all new name. And it's a gun in hand, can't touch its fate. And like a poison flower, it'll wither away. Will your emotion, navigate your faith? You're just a silly kid, and no one understands your pain. Oh. And it's a gun in hand, can't touch its fate. And like a poison flower, it'll wither away. Will your emotion, navigate your faith? You're just a silly kid, and no one understands your pain.


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