Darkest Times
Can't you tell when the madness sets in,
a feeling so ill, I almost lost my will,
I wish that time would just stand still
I'm going through the darkest times,
I'm starting to lose my mind
I'm reaching to touch your hand,
but you just won't understand,
and Time is slipping so far
from me and you
I don't know where the direction is to go,
I just can't wait to see your face again
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