what is left?

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what is left?

What is left to give when youve given all you got?
What is there left to look for when all is lost?
What is there to hope for when the hopeful one has died?

Maybe its the dreams weve forgotten to try.

Why look for the truth when we are living lies?
Why cry cuz of the pain when theres enough anger to go around?
Why scream for individuality when silence keeps us ground?

Because we are alive and we live for the sound.

+This may not make sense, but then again when does anything i say make sense?+