I know now more than ever
That everything I've done was meant to be
It comes as warmth and painted silver
A toss to our simplicity
Shatter the days of old
And turn your journal's pages slowly
An era is put to end
An evident to yours presence only
An emotional gambit
A game to play and war to win
Every battle won we still feel we lost it
Our personal agendas glowing thin
Chorus:
Through the walls of dejection
I found myself a breach
Hell hath no fury as the wounded wolves
Four hands grasp granting swifter slight of moves
Where others seem blurry
And they have no effect anymore
You told me a change was coming
And I embraced it without sores
The colder my hands will grow,
The stronger my shoulder will be
An emotional gambit
A game to play and war to win
Every battle waged we feel like we caused it
But nothing can stands in between
Chorus X 2
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