Imperfections Make You Unique.

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When the helpers need help.
When the protectors need protection
When the ones who need love,
never really get that affection.

What's to be done?
When all of the rights seem to be wrong.
What will be said?
When all of the lyrics don't fit the song.

The beauty fades,
and we are all seen for what we are.
The truth is revealed,
Every single tear and every single scar.

Its so easy to forget,
all the things we wanted to remember.
How all we wanted to keep,
Were so easy to dismember.

Slipping through the fingers
that once held on so tight.
The innocence that was once there,
is beaten, bruised, and out of sight.

There is nothing left of what was,
and nothing to prove of what will be.
Scattered remains and ashes,
Washed up onto sea.

The tide is high,
the clouds are low.
The stars are bright,
and the moon will glow.

Guiding the lost souls home,
better then the sun could ever do.
It burns if you look to long,
the moon shines bright to welcome you.

The darkness isn't always something to fear,
Its the only opinion you've got
When the sun gets to bright,
and it burns to hot.

Nothing is ever what it seems,
no matter how hard you stare.
Someone will always love you,
as long as you let them care.

When the protectors need protection,
When you know all you need to know.
When the past is haunting you,
you have to let it go.

You try so hard,
and you fall everytime.
You always have to pay,
for someone elses crime.

When the real tears come back,
hidden behind a smile thats fake.
When you finally see the truth,
behind why your heart had to break.

Nothing ever goes according to plan,
unless your plan was screwed from the beginning.
You're one of us, you should have known,
This is a game, that you're not winning.

We are the people,
the broken and bruised.
We are the ones
who were lied to and used.

I didn't make the rules,
I just follows them accordingly.
But maybe if I believed in you,
Could you believe in me.

We're all that we've got,
Don't give up on me now.
We'll figure it out,
and we'll make it somehow.

I don't make promises
They never seem right,
But I swear I'd burn the city down,
just to show you the light.