Sometimes when I'm all alone I hear crying,
It's not mine, it's another's and feel I'm like dying.
I clutch my heart and I clutch my head,
If I can feel the pain I know I'm not dead.
The music flows like water and my tears are ever hotter.
My body's cold and my mind is weak,
But if I find the warmth I might not be so bleak.
Everything seems so confusing now,
I hope it will get better somehow.
In my dreams I run across the land,
Maybe when I wake up then I'll understand.
Sometimes.
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