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If only someone understood my pain
and tried to make it go away

maybe then I'd find the will to live
and offer the world what little left I have to give

but nobody cares until your dead and gone
and then it's too late to ask you "what's wrong?"

so maybe I'll just fly away
and dissapear into the rain...

— The End —