Just opened my eyes
to see what's left
and what is not
everything's in pieces
or that's what I think I see
something's dripping down my nose
or that's what I think I smell
stop crying my dear
it is your scream I hate to hear
I can't feel but I'm sure I will
this may not be real
not afraid of what I'll see
but afraid if there is
nothing at all to see
I can't feel but I'm sure I will
how about staying alive?
how about getting out?
how about getting back?
to the minute
I went wrong?
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