She knows she's better off like this, but it's what she doesn't know, that's what she's gonna miss.
She used to cry, used to wonder why, now she knows that all paths have a reason, and all pain has a season. She used to pray, she wouldn't push people away, but she knows the thoughts that rage inside her, would burn them up like fire.
She aches for a moment that is real, how much longer must she wait before she finally gets to feel?
She'll cry again, but all paths have to end, she may not know the reason, but this pain's a passing season. 'Cause everyday, her kindred souls still stay - the friends that stand beside her are ice against the fire.
She'll wait, cause she's better off like this, her moment is coming, she'll finally know bliss.
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