Where her thoughts should have been, a brillant fortress appeared
an empire built from a lack of endearing words, it wasn't death the girl feared
with pale brown eyes and sweaty palms, she brushed the hair from her face
in every step that they took, it lead them to a better place

The field grew hope and foolish dreams, within locked gates and shallow streams
they fell in lust but never love, afraid and off-course, they lost all passion
you've got a confession that Ive been avoiding,
its those over dramatic words I try not to mention

Your in awe of how goodbye comes so gracefully from her lips
as if it were skipped, like we knew you wouldn't be missed
now you've entered the battle field, innocent and unarmed
with the worst intentions they took all you had
I'm sorry this didn't turn out how we planned

When we were so young and nothing really mattered
did you believe in taking chances even after all the stars had burnt out
were older now, but not much wiser
we've grown up to be nothing more then hypocrites and lairs

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