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Holacaust

If there's so much I must be, can I still just be me the way I am?
Born in grief, raised in hate, helpless to defy my fate.

Can I trust in my own heart or am I just one part
Sometimes I wonder why people always seem to turn around and lose their way.

Is it you or is it me who's to blame in all this misery.
My heart, My life...so. My broken soul who to blame you think you know

Live on Sweet bird, longer than i have fought, live on sweet bird, even when i can not.
My lifes been lived on top that hill my lifes been lived i have no will

to go on, live on i can't... my sweet bird i've grown smaller than an ant
sweet bird sweet bird live on past me my will dead my life gone it has been broken the key.

dear bird dear bird my last words go to you you are my comfort my pet dear bird i love you
I love you you sweet little bird on high i love you this day that i die

Live on sweet bird longer than i have fought live on sweet bird even when i can not
My lifes been lived on top that hill my lifes been lived i have no will.