There used to be a time when I loved
We are born, we live, we die
Things happen and sometimes we forget
The love in our lives will fade away
We will die everyday
Just a little, day by day
Singing songs of sin and grace
Echoes of a haunting voice
Blacken into the dark descent
Searching eternally for completion
Looking for our own happiness
The lost half we will never find
Things Aren't so beautiful now
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