We love, yet we fall apart, much too soon,
And our lives are straining under pressure.
And it's to late to glue it back together.
On fire. Throw my heart into the thresher.

Here I am, In half my glory,
Now without you, half a story.

We are just the children of our parents.
Each of us will make those same mistakes.
We all think that we've learned so much,
But we're all just following their wakes.

Here I am, In half my glory.
Without you, It's half a story.

Maybe we just need to learn these lessons.
We need to face these things that in us hide.
But our lives are straining under pressure,
And I need someone who can take my side.

Here I am, In half my glory.
With out you, It's half a story.

We all love, and yet fall apart, too soon.
And all of us are crushing under pressure.
Is it too late to glue it back together?
Is it too late, to save us from the thresher?

I am waiting for you.
Waiting to tell you that I'm sorry.
I am waiting for you.
Waiting to make your happy story

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