Archives of regrets
I break at the memos
Of days I was weak
I want em buried
Seeking comfort in pen and paper
My tears, my only embrace
We are the saints
We are the sinners
We are the heroes, the villains
We gotta live or die for something
Just one shot
Just one chance
And we're gonna make it all count
I'm on a crossroad
Crucified by the billboards
I scream my guts out
But no one hears me
I'd be handsome to your faces
Till i can hide no more

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