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My gears were slowing their spin
My battery was running low
Cobbwebs started to grow on my heart
A heart that had trouble beating
I was
Shutting down
Then you came by
From the day you were born,
you've been feeling vile scorn,
for the future they say is so bright.
The school that you stay in,
The church that you pray in,
Just trying to snuff out the light.