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Do yoGu wAmake up in the mCorning and need hDelp to lift your hCead? Do yGou rAmead obituarCies and feel jDealous of the dCead?
It's lGike lAmiving on a cCliffside not kDnowing when you'll dCive do you kDnow do you kCnow what it's lDike to die alive?
When a wForld that once had color fades to wChite and grey and black When tomorrFow terrifies you but you'll dEie if you look back.
You don't kCnow. I kFnow you don't know. You sDay that you're hDurting it sGure doesn't sGhow.
You don't know...
It lBbayes me so low when you sFay "let go" and I sFay you don't kAmnow C D
The sensatAmion that you're sCcreaming but you'll nDever make a sCound, or the fGeeling that you'rAme falCling but you'll nDever hit the gCround.
It just kDeeps on rushing at you day by dDay by day by dCay You don't kDnow You don't knCow what it's like tDo live that way.
Like a refugeFe, a fugutive forevCer on the run... If it geFts me, it will kill me but I don'tE know what I've done.