Down Hearted
I know that there is something
you have on your mind.
why don't you tell me
exactly what's wrong?
I know that you suffer
pretend to be strong.
Crashing and burning
your wings fall apart.
Can't help but to notice
your eyes show the pain.
You wrestle with notions
that make you insane.
You stare at the curtains.
You stare at the floor.
So we look into nothing
that's shown from the door.
We ask cause we to
to help find a cure.
It's not a bother
just talk when you can.
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