We are the hopeless, the lost, and the confused
The sinners and saints following bread trail clues
Everyday we try to fly to what we want above
The hopeless, the lost, the confused of true love
We are the people who care too much for them
The unworthy are indebted, them spreading thin
Living up to our promises but never rewarded
The people who live life but can not afford it
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