The Sacrafice

I cant think of a time when life felt so good.
I cant think of when my life felt so great. As I sit down and wait, I start to debate,
the sacrafices that I made.

The sacrafices that I make, the sacrafices that I take, makes up for everything In the end.
Im praying for the better days, so I see more than greys.
Our time has now become, our one and only sun.
This battles just begun, with every sacrafice.

In my circle of fear I gain, everything that keeps me sane.
We are more than living dead, we are tools inside the shed.
If you take it for granted, youll be left empty handed.
If you live again, could you feel again?
Is it worth all the fights each and every night?
I guess its part of our sacrafice.

The sacrafices that I make, the sacrafices that I take, makes up for everything In the end.
Im praying for the better days, so I see more than greys.
Our time has now become, our one and only sun.
This battles just begun, with every sacrafice.
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Before you save some one, save yourself.
It doesnt get any better than this. Can you taste the bitterness?
The sweetness thats inside, it takes you for the ride.
Jumping off the cliff, to end enternal bliss, is the sacrafice I miss.
Why cant we live on the edge? Taking steps off the ledge.
One by one we fall, the sacrafice is, the greatest of all...

The sacrafices that I make, the sacrafices that I take, makes up for everything In the end.
Im praying for the better days, so I see more than greys.
Our time has now become, our one and only sun.
This battles just begun, with every sacrafice.