Why do we make ourselves so vulnerable?
We stay here and let ourselves crumble.
We say it hurts, but do nothing to stop it.
No, we just throw a tantrum, a little fit.
Why don't we get back, revenge.
And we won't scavenge.
Not a beg or a plead.
They made up the deed.
Now it's decided.
We're both bounded.
By the words of our vow.
Let's start now.
It's all for the crowd.
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