Something to hold on to. Anything to hold on to.
It's slipping away. Or is it my strength, That's slipping away?
What scares me is not the fall, But the probability of never getting up, After the fall.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." "...and how do you feel about it?" "I don't feel sad or happy. I feel nothing." "Isn't that a good thing?"...
"Will you ever forgive me?" "Can you give back my life? All those lost years. Can you erase my scars? Those painful reminders. Can you...
I looked into his eyes, With a distorted sense of reality, His innocent eyes, Gazed back into my soul, As if burning away my sins, His...
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