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Left out from what i thought was mine
Can't shout feels like i'm in a bind
that keeps me away from breaking free
that make me, fall and leaf

Slowly crumbling like I'm to cold for a summer day
Listen to my mumbling i'll try to move over, just stay
it's not my time to shine
no the turn was never mine

Prolonged for the cause of death
not for long could you please take this breath
Can't bring what was needed here
after all it was not my fear
that stoped me.