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Helping Out Isn't What It Used To Be
These amber colored leaves can’t cover my trail of mistakes
Yet I still walk this walk in hopes of better days, but they always sink down
These friends I have can’t wipe the regret from my heart and mind
Yet I still run to them hoping I will be found
These tears cover my hopes of ever finding my way
I’m don’t feel alive
I can’t feel the wind rush across my face
I can’t feel that helping hand grabbing mine
I guess I’m just a ghost walking
Walking with pain that no one else feels but me
It’s only a shadow to them
A lonely shadow drowning itself in the darkness of its own life
Who can help me now?
