| Exile A monsoon sighs out of my desolate lungs I'm not even surprised I can see The wretch in the mirror hangs his head My whole world has turned against me They helped me climb the tallest cliff But left me there for dead I ran out of tears to cry So I'll just sit here instead Will I awake or is this real? If nobody loves me Then how can I love? I can't feel If nobody will care Then I don't care Just leave me here dead And nevermind what I said |
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