see

We are the broken ones

Of crooked bones

And fragile souls

An ear to the ocean

And a face to the sky

To let go is to burn up

And to hold on is to whither

And I’m here facing the void

Waiting for you to tell me what to do

Because I am a coward

And so are you

And we are all that’s left

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