C.S. Lucky-One - Hopesfall

I wasn’t for life seen thrown away

I get what the sun throws

Some ways I’m salt

Some sense of a medium

Sent through rooms

Assumed quality

And brought by a stadium

Not stolen away

Nor in my heart

Wasn’t the last I’ve thrown away

First to fall

You’re the first to go

Promised us, I’m the lucky one

So get what you want

So, paranoia

I’ve never seen It, so

It’s my own way

Echo of a loss

Unity divisional force

It defies

It’s the struggle

It’s the person behind you

A rectified heart

To all the lucky ones

So far

They know you’re here

Brought by a stadium

Thrown away

All in my heart

Assume I’m bought by a medium

Echo of a loss

If it defines you

It’s a struggle