They break.
What would it take to fall?
Sweat streaks.
What would you do for it all?
I bring my best.
I could not resist.
We cry, we cry, we cry.
Our dreams our left to die.
Seep through the cracks.
Bleed through the ranks.
Let me down.
You drop to zero.
You used to be my hero.
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Author:
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