I'm on a hospital bed
Trying to rest
But, it could be a madhouse floor
My mind is divided into two
I try to be one again
There is no one who cares
Wanted just to let go
But I need to suffer some more
Love is the most beautiful thing
That I can tell from the deepest darkness alive
Thinking love
And I can hear a call
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