Thank God she's mine.
Modern Life is War:
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We were young, numb, and violent all at once. We were alwats smashing glass but it was never enough to make us feel okay. Are we normal boys? Is this the normal way? We've been dragging dead weight across Midwest towns. Killing our times with our frowns. Alone in the crowd, four years down, feeling torn and beaten down. Alone in the crowd, four years down, our hearts were beating to this sound. Me and you: we never got much sleep those nights. There was too much turmoil too deep inside. Lost in the dark without our pride...there was a light at the end of that tunnel, but we chose to shield our eyes. Could it be? Are we seeing clearly for the very first time? We've been to the edge and we know what it's like to want to die...and that's something we won't glorify. We'll leave those miserable times behind. How far can I go? I'm rising from the depths of my own hell. I don't need another tragic tale. I need the strength to walk the other way. I found conviction in my ever changing mind. I grew up tied down and bleeding on the inside, but I know I was a victim of my own device, and I want to live to see a brand new life.
