I see the colors around me
So many happy faces
They all start to blend together
But im sitting in a puddle of darkness
With death on my breath
While it covers me head to toe
I try to hold on to hope
Hope that he will come
To pull me out
To help me catch my breath
Its swollowing me whole
And im growing old
Who could of known
This world could be so cold.
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