Maybe some were just not made for love.
Burning candles of hope,
Falling to the ground.
Maybe I was just not made for love.
Hold my head up high.
I won't give up.
I made a mistake.
I've compromised myself.
How long did it take?
It's too late to tell.
I want to be here,
Hopelessly falling down.
But my piece does not fit,
No longer safe and sound.
I can't bring my words to sense.
My passive thoughts just stir the mess.
(Chorus)
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