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I watch the snow flowing down gently from the open sky; |
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It makes me feel more alive. |
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I've been lying here alone, isolated from the crowd; |
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After my suicide.. |
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Feels like my all emotions die, in depression I lie; |
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And they ask the questions why. |
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I can't remember the scene, from the tragedy I see; |
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Just the red in the snow.. |
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They try to hide the tears and look away; |
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But they just stare at my scars.. |
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My broken heart pumped the blood; |
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Out of my broken veins. |
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Knife alone in the snow; |
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Red of life run to waste.. |
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A new start I will seek, mind is strong but body weak; |
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I await my heart to heal. |
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Just like staring into light, I am blinded by this fire; |
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As long as life there's hope for me.. |
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They try to hide the tears and look away; |
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But they just stare at my scars.. |
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My broken heart pumped the blood; |
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Out of my broken veins. |
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I lie alone in the snow; |
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Red from life as He came.. |
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Alive! |
