I fear that I'm alone
I'll follow where the wind blows
Though I do not wish to roam
My memories are jumbled still
By all the lies I've told
Try to untangle if you will
Cause this charade has gotten old
The love I fought so hard to keep
Has left me craving pain
And through these clothes my blood does seep
As I lay dying in the rain
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