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This was an accident, not the kind where sirens sound.
Never even noticed we're suddenly crumbling.
Tell me how you've never felt, delicate or innocent.
Do you still have doubts that us having faith makes any sense?
Tell me nothing ever counts ,lashing out or breaking down.
Still somebody loses 'cause there's no way to turn around.
Staring at your photograph.
Everything now in the past.
Never felt so lonely.
I wish that you could show me love...

...Random acts of mindlessness
Commonplace occurances.
Chances of surprises.
Another state of conciousness.
Tell me nothing ever counts ,lashing out or breaking down.
Still somebody loses 'cause there's no way to turn around.
Tell me how you've never felt, delicate or innocent.
Do you still have doubts that us having faith makes any sense?

You play games, I play tricks.
Girls and girls but your the one.
Like a game of pick-up-sticks, played by ******** lunatics.