I am willing to suffer, to bleed, to die for things I care about, But it's like kissing the lips of my dead love, like touching her dead, cold, white skin. I choose to look back, to see myself, I never wanted to hurt you again, I choose to look back, to see myself, I never wanted to loose you again. I have never been here before, ground zero, the past is a gaping hole. My only chance is to turn around and face it. I choose to look back, to see myself, for her love, for her heart, for her trust, for her love I'm reborn. I choose to look back, to see myself, I never wanted to hurt you again, I choose to look back, to see myself, I never wanted to loose you again.
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