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Its getting cold all aver again
so Ill be inside way too much again.
Youll have to believe me.
You have to hear me when I say:
Ill make something up just so that you believe in me.
This is becoming to routine for me.
there will be time for the tomorrow,
but its days like this that keep me alive.
is there anything left for me?
Daylights almost over now,
cant think of anymore to say.
Even if I try to understand it wont ever be the same.
Is there anything left for me?