Contemporary times || Story

I really wish I could understand how It works
We make promises so easily to be broken
Trust and hope does not exsist anymore
We are lost still believing in our dead love

Living within illusion of past
Forgetting the sluty now
So that we can let the future crash

There’s a knife in your back, My Friend
It’s the same that once I was stabbed with
I may smile as you do
But lies are running out from eyes

We’re drinking the poison of Youth
Addicted from killing ourselves
Never letting you go, My Dear
Everything in the name of Love

We used to be strong and innocent
But war is much better fun than peace

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