The covers upon my bed,
When I hide at night when I just feel dead,
Safe I feel under here,
Hiding away my eye’s sad tear.

Walking along the streets of the day,
Behind my hair I hide away,
For as a blanket is my hair,
Protecting me when I’m so, so scared.

For enough pain I have of my own,
Without that of this world making me home,
And this is why I’ll always hide,
Because inside my body, my soul has died.

 
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