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Soft hands assuring my shoulder

That we'll be okay

Even though the evil of the world surrounds me

I know I'll die

But you stick right by



My hands are writhing below wide eyes

The screams from all four walls

Makes my mind collapse

I hope they lie

And you stick right by



Nothing may let me be, as it's always there

Keeping track of me in domination

I wish to be alive again

I can't abide

And you keep beside



I start to cry

You dry my eye