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One of the hardest things to do growing up is knowing who your real friends are and who would stand beside you till the end. As I get older I've learned they are two kinds of people. Those that tell you what you want to hear and those that tell you what you need to hear. The ones that tell you what you need to hear are usually the ones that care for you the most. The ones that tell you what you want to hear usually do so for their own selfish reasons. As we all know they are people in life that you will think are your friend, however, they really are not. Always remember actions speak way louder than words.

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You cringe at the lightning, you walk on the water afraid
Cause the faith to move mountains, it's like a shadow, falling away
And memories of darkness, obstruct your view in the light
And a foothold eludes you as your lungs flood with the tide
So remember me.
Write my name on a stone.
But don't let me hold you back from it all.
Rain washes the city but mud still clings to your soul
You fill in the pages with the pain that's taking its toll
But there's hope in the madness.
Don't pretend you're in this alone.
She sees me inside you and she's afraid that you won't come home.
So remember me.
Write my name on a stone.
But don't let me hold you back from it all.