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Helpless
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Juvenilia My head, my heart, my soul are aching
I think my heart is slowly breaking
Theres nothing more to say or do
I just dont know how to help you
Youre crying out, raising your voice
Id help you if I had the choice
Youre sad, youre crying, all alone
You think the world is made of stone
But I just cant reach out to you
I dont know what to say or do
