It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over
I see my vision burn,
I feel my memories fade with time
But I'm too young to worry
The streets we traveled on will undergo our same lost past
I can't escape the pain
I can't control the rage
Sometimes I think that I'm gonna go insane
I'm not against what's right
I'm not for what's wrong
I'm just making my way and I'm gone
Pressure sucks you inside out.
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