A New Day
I feel the sun on my skin,
I feel sorry for these sins,
I know the pain of yesterday,
This is the price that I must pay,
To remain in the grey.
The light is running out,
My heartbeat is slowing down.
Why must I be the worst of them all?
Why do I have to be the one to fall?
Please save me, I'm up against a wall.
But now the sun lights up the grey,
It's a new day.
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