Wash me up in tomorrows sorrows,
leave me be, let me suffer
never forget the aimless wonder
of your wasted time.
Wake me up when the moon's sky high,
to make me watch the pain,
To kill me inside its your only way,
to cure your evil mind.
Walk me down the road of death,
as you watch my face fall,
you laugh you cry because I call,
out to the ones I loved.
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