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I wonder why you\'re scared, why is it that you run.
What was the start of this, where has this thing begun.
You cry at night, it\'s killing me, I can hear your tears.
I could wipe them away for you, but that\'ll leave the fears.
You think of death all the time, I can see it in your eyes.
I think of it too, the hurt inside, it get\'s to big to hide.
All I ask this single day, is give me the chance to talk.
All I ask this dying day, it\'s the last day you should walk.
At night I tell you, I\'ve seen it come, you\'ll grab the knife once more.
While I\'m sleeping now, you do what you wanted to do before