If you were there how could it be, or why,
Do I see melancholy everywhere?
And every dream is tainted with despair?
And all hellos do hide a harsh goodbye?
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I hang around because I don't,
Have yet the strength to leave;
I hang around and it's so hard,
To hang around and grieve.
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I fear the darkness deep, alas, within;
But being part of me I must embrace,
As I was taught to be but full of grace,
If even, oh, my best was but a sin.
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What's out of sight, alas, is out of mind;
Yet deep inside at times you them could see:
What if no light did glare or gleam in thee?
Or worse, what if it happened you were blind?
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Behind blue eyes I hide my bane and woe,
Behind blue eyes I do too much sustain,
And wonder whether I should stay or go:
'Cause after all I can't in love remain.
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So sharing's caring? I can't give a damn;
I shared so much before and still I starve:
My lavish actions you did lead to ram
My walls, and now I my mistakes do carve.
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They said go right to heaven or; go left
To hell; but why this way? I could not tell;
And all I care is but when tolls the bell:
I would have lived in charge and not adrift.
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I trod this road a thousand times before,
And every time it someway feels anew;
I seem to yet the same old end renew,
And do, alas, just keep to downwards soar!
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It's just too hard to wait around for you,
To call; I see the leaves oh slowly grow,
Then fall, hear larks but mourning, humming woe:
For bidding their beloveds a fair adieu;
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