Feel.
farewell my dear
your fair, but not well
i whisper into my ear
the secrets of my hell
although you can't hear
you should be able to tell
its not what i see that i fear
its the thought of your spell
Pick me up
I've never had to fall down
a mental nip and tuck
and im standing upright right now
its by my will and luck
because no help from you was found
you run my heart into the ground
now my feelings fail to make a sound
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