You are my dearest mate
And i can see you are hurt,
You don't want to live.
You'd rather lie dead
than go through
this storm.
It's such a long road
that doesn't seem to end.
You've given up
Praying for strength
And searching for hope.
You are not the humourous
girl i met down the road
But i'm just glad you've
Come tonight,
To let it all out and
Let me hold you while you cry
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