The world is spinning, why wont it stop
To me I feel like a spirit who's been forgot
I want to cry out, 'why must it be'
Why oh why god did it have to be me
I hear my screams, they sound so faint
I see my blood being used as paint
his fingers run through it, he smears it against the glass
I forget that i'm bleeding, the screams they do pass
I try to run, I'm too weak to try, I feel the tears inside my eyes
I again scream out, this time it's heard
Too late for help, I fly like a bird
Now I'm dancing in the moonlit sky
Its now time for me to say my goodbye
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