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Part I:

While we were both falling, you didn't know I was dying

The only way for you to leave, was for me to deceive.

The voices are screaming much too loud, much to my discomfort now

If only you had the time to listen, you would've heard from a distance.

Darkness has kept the light concealed, and while it rained through the windshield

I felt chained like a slave and couldn't live for another day.

Now that you know the story and I have found my glory

I want you to come through...because I will always love you.

Part II:

As I don't want to live another day, I manage to get up and face the world

And once again the words that people say, find their way to my stomach and it curls.

Following my routine, I enter hell thinking it will be better than at home

I wake up to hear the familiar yells and hear what sounds a beeping metronome

Wondering how I came to be with white and seeing the one person whom I love

Watching in disbelief, he hugs me tight and soon all the memories come and shove

He cries and asks me the question I fear most, the one I have dreaded to answer

I tell him what he doesn't want to hear

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