I try so hard to make it look so easy.
I try so hard to make it okay...
But you throw it back in my face.
It's like the last dance and the floor is crumbling...
And we're going down,
but we're going down singing.
Forever we stand,
united in our goal of survival.
Hand in hand,
but always walking.. Alone in ourselves.
So yeah, you see.
Its just not really working for me.
I hope you understand.
You look like a fool,
Give the boy a hand..
Help him when he's down.
But don't expect me to be,
Around.
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