| How you stand there so proud and beautiful
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| Beside the black me, the sick and helpless one
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| True gentle caring, natural and undemanding
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| A childish wish you’ll see me through the night
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| I’ve seen them staring at me, even through the tears
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| The world’s descending for a foolish boy in fear
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| I keep all doors shut, I endure this bitter guilt
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| I know they blame me but that’s one thing I can take, right!
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| I can take it!
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| I wish that every single tear I shed was felt and seen by you
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| So you would understand how much you are and mean to me
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| I am so weak and tired, drugged somehow and sinking
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| Fevered and uncared for, strangely not even self-pitied
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| Thoughts spinning, swirling, carousel of misadaption
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| A freak of nature on the ride of a lifetime, yes, that’s me
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| The more I try to fight the deeper I’m descending
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| No use in trying crashing headfirst towards the ground
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| It has to end somewhere, I’ve known it would and here it is
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| This carousel, descending, had its' purpose and it was you
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| How you stand there so proud and beautiful
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| Beside the black me, the sick and helpless one
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| True gentle caring, natural and undemanding
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| A childish wish you’ll see me through it all
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| I’ve seen them staring at me, even through the tears
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| The world’s descending for a foolish boy in fear
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| I keep all doors shut, I endure this bitter guilt
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| I know they blame me but that’s one thing I can take
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| I can take it! |