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Have you ever . . .

Have you ever been lost in the mist?
Have you ever found temptation so hard to resist?

Have you ever tried to cry, but your tears don't seem to bare?
Have you ever wondered why life is never fair?

Have you ever loved so much you thought you would die?
Have you ever questioned the reasons why?

When words don't seem to matter anymore
And a heart is nothing but an open door

When you let someone in, only for them to walk right out
Was that your fault? Is that what love is about?

Why are decisions sometimes so hard to make?
Why is a heart so easy to break?

Sometimes I think that love is just a lie
Because you learn the truth as time passes by

Heaven is merely a footstep away
Do you live for the future, do you love for the day

Do you prey for the moment or the road ahead?
Do you lye in misery all alone in your bed?

Loneliness is sometimes better to keep
To avoid the world before you fall to deep

I often want to give up this fight
It doesn't change my fears, I fear both day and night

To be broken like a window, shattered like glass, to let in the rain
I can't bare the cost I won't take that pain

So ill walk away and think of nothing but sorrow
And hope my days are brighter, ill look forward to tomorrow

Have you ever . . .

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