All the mistakes that were made
In the name of amiability
All crucial battles postponed
Just to maintain this fragile peace
Days drift by like dry wood
Nights muffled by loving arms around me
All the mistakes that were made
In the name of amiability
Only to add to the void we float in
Stand up then sit back down
Move on then turn around silently
But the pain in the chest
An arrow that seeks to roam
Fever that burns the bones
I went from being priority to hobby
The emptiness you once hid
In kindness and gratitude
All the mistakes that were made
In the name of amiability
Where there should only be wide open fields
Now let's lay this burden down
Fight for the fragile peace we've found
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