I know why there is war in places where flowers always bloom
And the sun meets the moon
I know why there is fire
Where angels get inspired
Where everything turns to ashes
And the violence starts in flashes
I used to know two people
Who would weep as the day died and the night came alive
And I watched these two people,
Look at them walking hand in hand
Watch how they run around, looking for a place to stand
Then I watch as they both stop and really look at themselves
Look at how they act
And think about how much they lack the fame and glory everyone else seems to have
They stand alone, broken and bruised
Being taunted and teased by all the people that they have used
But now the tables are turned
And the lesson is learned
The whole world waits and looks at them
As they realized that their so called friends
Laugh and point, ostracizing them
They stand alone with tears in their eyes
As they look back at the world
Searching for the truth in the lies
They see the fake, the evil and the hate
And now they know that it's much too late
And they stand amidst the dark and the fear
Trying to stand out in a world that will forget them as soon as they disappear.
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