I've had my chance,
My bottle of happiness,
And drank till dawn.
It's smooth at the lips,
Surreal to the mind,
But burns down my throat.
Addictive to the touch
I can't put you down on my own.
Until you're here with me
Cheers! To the broken hearts and all their souls.
Breathing deeply,
I rest my head
Under wishful thinking,
And shattered dreaming.
I've watched love turn to lust,
And wither away.
We bear the scars and the trials of this life.
(Again, Again I'll wait)
They'll be the ones that will follow.
(Again, Again I'll wait)
To show that they're the deceivers,
The weavers of our lives.
We bear the scars and the trials of this life for the makers
They are the ones that will follow to show the deceivers.

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