when all our answers never came we hid the truth beneath our skin but our shadows never looked the same a ghost is all that s left of everything we swore we never would forget we tried to bleed the sickness but we drained our hearts instead we are the dead and when we couldn t stop the bleeding we held our hearts over the flame we couldn t help but call it treason after that we couldn t fill our frames after that our shadows never looked the same in summers past we d challenge fate with higher pitch and perfect aim and standing fastwe d radiate a light we loved but never named but the answers never came and our shadows never looked the same a ghost is all that s left of everything we swore we never would forget we tried to bleed the sickness but we drained our hearts instead we are the dead a ghost of everything we thought but never said we tried to bleed the sickness but we drained our hearts instead we are the ones who lost our faith we dug ourselves an early grave we are the deadcan we be saved?

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