I weep before I go to sleep,
Every night is like a bloody fight,
Waiting and hoping for a bright light,
But still, it hurts me so deep.
I wait till I could no longer wait,
Asking myself, is this really my fate?
And now that I only see your shadow,
I could feel the blow of the snow.
I cry, and cry like I'm living in the hell,
And my heart does not pump well,
I wish I could let you show,
That I feel very, very low.
It hurts to realize that you're finally gone,
I want to cry out loud and freak out,
To let these hurt feelings out,
But I guess the damage is already done.
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