I never thought of were you would want me to be.
Left alone please rescue me.
Collect my thoughts, listen to my crys, help me get past were the pain lies.
Be my sayvor take my hand, yes i trust you what dont you understand? ...
The steady putter of the rain, the hope of sun but the faint puddels lay.
Unsighted happyness undoubted trust, no rythem but combusted lust.
The gray overcomes bethrown the trees.
Running pipes power drains sliden dreams. ...
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