No matter how much you lose You can never ask for anything more No matter where you stand You feel like you’ve stood there before No matter how much you love There will always be bad times No matter how much you read Before you get there you’ll predict all the lines No matter how hard you try You cant use the words you intended to use No matter how badly you fail You can’t defeat memories you wanted to lose No matter how far you walk You cant feel the ground you rely on beneath your feet Your left wondering A rose can grow from a crack in the streetBirth sign: Libra
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