More- By John Carter

The decisions we make
Are the chances we take
And the promises we break
In-between

The laughter we share
Is the sign that we care
But we're half unaware
Of what it means

The silence is old
And the glory is cold
When we've already sold
What we fought for

But there's always tomorrow
To shake off the sorrow
We beg, steal, and borrow
For more.



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