The only thing that make sense without to fall
Is a face that shines
That put me under every cloud
Stuck inside the fear
Stuck inside the fear
That scares me out to them
That scares me out to them
I got a promise that I won’t fall
When I go out to that swamp
But I anyway won’t go out
Desperation never really comes near
You take care of me
Spirit too weak...to speak
Let me bleed I need it too
Let it bleed without any grace
Then heal, but just not for me
There’s no time to wait
I have no time to wait...on myself
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