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every time i see you; you just have to let me knowhow much you used to hate me; how you just can't let things goyou can't forgive your mom for dying and leaving you aloneall you life you've been searching for a family and a homesomeone to love, someone that won't go awaywell i have seen my share of pain and troubles too my friendwhen i was 5 and growing up i put my hand right on the stoveso glowing hot and red it took the skin off to the bonewhen i was young i prayed to god to make my torment enda lonely heart and sticks and stones were all i had for friendsi thought i would never know the bliss of touching soulsi tried to think of what it would be like when i got really oldwe lie in our own beds my friend. we build them in a fashionbut mine were built to cultivate awareness and compassionwhat bothers me is you forget we come from the same placewe have the same desires despite gender blood or racewhat bothers me is we forget till right before they dieto take back all the words we saidto look them straight between the eyeswhat bothers me is that we stand here silent back to backand i am just like you but you refuse to see the factswe lie in our own beds my friend - we build them in a fashionLetras de cancionesbut mine were built to cultivate awareness and compassionlove is the only thing that feels good when it burnsit's the breath of our existencei am serving as i learni am taking pieces of mei am building my reservesfor every time you take a swingfor every time you hit a nervecause you know you cannot hurt mei am walking through your angerand my spirit will keep walkingcause it knows there is no dangeronly what we choose to take ononly what we choose to take inevery hurt that comes your wayis a chance to show compassionthey never teach us in the schools that we are out here on our ownthat we are living close together but essentially aloneyou can turn love into hate but you can't hate love itselfi don't know who told you love had anything to do with selfi've seen kinder eyes than yours behind the barrel of a gunso i'll ask you just one question.which of us has really won?we lie in our own beds my friend - we build them in a fashionbut mine were built to cultivate awareness and compassion From Letras Mania