you ride into the distance lost in time, the only thing you can think of is why.
How could he do this hurt you make you cry you want to die pick up that knife and cry.
Cut your wrists just one more time to yell to get out.
The sun is only rising, marking the beginning of the day and the end of the night.
It's a beautiful sight. Windmills blowing, you feel a chill.
Just know your life matters before all the pieces of your heart scatter.
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