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Wind pushes through the broken trees
Everything in the world will freeze
You pulled me back to the days of light
I finally notice it's too bright
I'm holding back, you see
You'll be the death of me
I yearn for your touch
But I know it's too much
I know your unreachable
This is all a sick fable
A twisted version of reality
A promise of fatality
The truth will be revealed
After the last bell has pealed
My hands clench in fists
As I slowly become ticked
Your lips caress hers
My stomach starts to churn
Your grab a handful of her hair
A blistering pain that I can not bare
And as you pull back for a breath
I start to plan out your painful death
She squealed with a shrill voice
This was your second choice?
She said three words and beamed
I guess your not as smart as you seemed
I swallow all my pain and longing
For in my heart you are not belonging
You are the wind and I am the tree
Hit me hard and you'll break me
My branches have fallen
My leaves are dead
The angels are callin'
So I rest my head