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I'm standing on the bridge,

In nothing but the rain,

And your old, black coat to keep me warm.

I've been gone for weeks,

You wouldn't know,

Searching for a place,

To call 'home'.

I tried to get you to come,

Because nobody likes to be alone.

You wouldn't come.

The silence, if it could,

Would break my heart,

I laugh as I cry.

Raindrops fall from the sky,

Mixing with my tears,

Turning to pearls as they hit the ground.

Everything I worked so hard for; gone.

How do I turn it all around?

We get tangled up in our webs of dreams,

Wonder where our reality went.

There's an Oxfam down the road,

I just want to hide.

I swallow my pride.



We die to live.



We live to die.