This is me, this is you.
And all the dreams we had in between.
Our lives walking on the edge.
Our voices whispering and our hearts yelling.

I left the memory in a white flower, you left yours in my mind.

This is me, this is you.
And all the dreams we had disappeared.
A glance of hope upon your face, a glance of fear on mine.
I spoke the truth to your soul, you spoke only lies.

This is me, this is you.
And all the dreams we had are now empty faces.
Because you let them die…

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