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[colorshines]

Perfection becomes impossible
When there's always an overload...of life
I sit today with little time
And recount the moments of when I
Once had a moment to count the stars

Dreams always end
But that's not how we're taught
Oh no, we were supposed to be who we wanted
Drama kills our lusts.
People kill our love.
What happened when our innoscene was alive?

Independence brought reality
Of how things should be...during that year
All I find sitting here is fear
The fear of being alone
With the only shining hope

Dreams always end
But that's not how we're taught
Oh no, we were supposed to be who we wanted
Drama kills our lusts.
People kill our love.
What happened when our innoscene was alive?
Now how can I possibly survive?