We love in vain above the hate
We fake a laugh to make them cry
We love in vain over the fate
We tie our hands and go to fight

We hide our lies, and still we lie
We dispute a tast of blood in scene
We stay awake to be ally
We are the destined to be demean

We left our tears under our skin
We don't see us as if we were together
We are all naturaly bumpkin
We are of the incomplete book, the lost chapter

And "we" is just a mask to me…

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