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Did you hear about the rose that
grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it learned
to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.

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The cup is not half empty as pessimists say
as far as she sees nothing's left in the cup
A whole cup full of nothing for her to indulge
since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up

A singer, a writer,
she's not dreaming of now of going nowhere
she gave heed to nothing
and all that she was is just a tragedy

So she voyages in circles succeeds getting nowhere
and submits to the substance that first got her there, there,there, there

Then in violent frustration
she cries out to God or just no one
is there a point to this madness
and all that she was is just a tragedy

She feels alone
Her heart in his hand
She's alone
She feels alone
I feel

Then on that last day she breaks
and she stood tall
then she yelled, then she yelled
and she takes her life

Then in violent frustration
she cries out to God or just no one
is there a point to this madness
and all that she was is just a tragedy

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