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The Wind Through The Remains

The silent wind blows
Through the remains of the past
Where my body was

To Where I Belong

Chorus:
So please set me free
Into the wild
Please set me free
To Where I belong

The sun is setting down
Into the sea
The ripples are passing by
By the breeze

Such a lonely life to see
This place is just not for me

(Chorus)

Roaming in the grasslands
Baying to the moon
Gazing into the stars
Too much tears fall too soon

Such a lonely life to see
This place is just not for me

(Chorus)

I wish to go away

"Suicidal"

outside, does the sun even shine anymore

crying, curled up on the cold kitchen floor

alone, staring through a wall, hours go by

empty, a chill through you and again you start to cry

silence, dead quiet sits in your ear

rolling, down your cheek the wetness of your tear

beating, so heavy is the heart in your chest

green, so bright against red eyes you cant rest

spiraling, quietly falling deeper in a hole

lost, a numbing thats calmly out of control

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