I came from utter hell,
A pitiful excuse for life,
And every time I see your face
I see the exact same strife.
You're a beautiful growing rose,
Hidden from the sun;
An unappreciated soul
Who only knows to run.
You always see the wrong,
You never see the right,
I try my best to help you
But I'm blinded by your light.

I barely even know you,
And I guess I'm here to stay,
And even though we seem so close
I feel you slipping away.
 
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