Madness closing every door,
My only option is to lie on the floor,
And cry and die inside like never before,
What else can i do, what more? !
Tried to not need you so much, I can't!
You're the water, I'm the plant!
Better treat me bad, than not talk at all...
This my friend was my last fall!
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