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It's time to give yourself; to the sound again.
Opinions are hard to exchange, when you've lost your voice.
Pain is not eternal; it just appears to be,
Isolation, is not always loneliness.

And there is a movement underground,
But we haven't been invited,
Our souls go deep, but not deep enough, for a formal invitation,
Our hearts hang too low in our chests to be heard.

You talk of changing the world; you can't even change youself,
You talk of tomorrow, ignoring today.
Our days bleed into each other, I'll clean the wounds, sew them up,
There's only so much you can lose.

There's only so much I can take.

Description
It's time to give yourself; to the sound again.
Opinions are hard to exchange, when you've lost your voice.
Pain is not eternal; it just appears to be,
Isolation, is not always loneliness.

And there is a movement underground,
But we haven't been invited,
Our souls go deep, but not deep enough, for a formal invitation,
Our hearts hang too low in our chests to be heard.

You talk of changing the world; you can't even change youself,
You talk of tomorrow, ignoring today.
Our days bleed into each other, I'll clean the wounds, sew them up,
There's only so much you can lose.

There's only so much I can take.