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Too Late for You
Lying here,
dying here,
in the darkness
of your mind,
I can see the rain,
I can hear the thunder,
rolling in.
Flashes of lightning
pierce your veins,
and I flinch because
it hurts me, too.
It kills me more than anything can do.
You haven't a clue.
Yeah, I'm
lying here, I'm dying here,
in the darkness
of your mind.
I can feel your
heart pounding,
struggling to breathe in
beats of life,
and failing.
I can hear
the way it screams,
screams for my help.
But I just close my eyes,
because it's too late.
And you close your eyes, too.
Because you know that it's true.
Nobody can save you.
So I'll lie here,
I'll die here,
and as my OWN mind
races with fear, anger,
races with hate,
I'll think of how it was,
before it was
too late.
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