People are meant to be loved,
and things are meant to be used.
Somewhere along the way we got the two confused,
and now we're used.
We live a life so confused and I don't think we'll ever get back to truth,
because we don't want to.
And I don't think we'll ever get back to the truth because it's easier not to.
Doesn't it hurt to let others define what's import to you?
Is it easier for you to leave the choice to someone else?
are you scared of making your own hell?
This is the way that we learn,
Sifting through the pain.
This is the way we learn.
I can barely stand to see someone suffering the world's curse.
A weight not meant to be made let alone placed on this earth.
You have to find what love means to you.
And not just what the world makes it.
Love each other.
We are all we have.
We are the only hope.
We are all we have.
You are the love I know.
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