The further I fall
The more scared I become
I'm pulling you all
Into my glum

I long to confide in friends
To share of my tears
To heal and make ammends
It has become one of my fears

Especially you,dear friend
I see my sorrow enveloping you
Now I see what could be your bitter end
I see how my melancholy grew

For that I'm sorry friend of mine
I wish I could help us both
But we are running out time
 
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