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The cold early morning
leaves me gasping for air.
I can no longer breath,
but I no longer care.

The only thing I ever see
when I look upon my face,
is eyes as dead as weeds,
and a hopeless case.

Point me in the right direction,
because I lost the path,
life is spinning violently,
planning out its rath.

Wake me from this nightmare
that never has an end,
before I lose everything,
even my last friend.

I don’t think I can manage
to walk this earth with no one,
but that will be my situation
until this time is done.

Every time I think I have
a friend by my side,
We get torn apart,
too far away to find.

My heart stops in my chest
to think you could be gone
I don’t know what i’ll do
without our sacred bond.