Everyone’s escaping now
She’s trying to make her way back home
so she pushes hard against the crowd.
It’s just like her to be alone.

Maybe if I lend my hand
and my heart, her heart won’t be so cold.
She’ll realize that there’s still some good
a little bit left in the world.

She may not know who I am
But I, for sure, know who she is.
She’s hesitating and her plan’s
to exit now without a hitch.

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will never ever see her cry
and if you give your sympathy,
she’ll wave you off and laugh goodbye.

Take her to the fountain’s square
where she yearns to be young again
and if by chance her reflection’s there
she’ll sow herself to reap the wind.

Now you’ve wondered all along
why I care this much for her demise
When no one came to save my life
I saved her own to redeem mine.

She wanders off when the rush has passed
alone she stands against that edge
and looking back at her regrets
she commits them all over to death.