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I swing around, my eyes wide open,
I hit the ground scream and shouting.
These friends are just hollow illusions,
Is this the end, is it a conclusion?

And I’m pounding,
And I’m breaking.
Smash the walls of,
Hidden dreaming.

Keep on jumping,
Off of buildings,
Make a red mess,
On the pavement.

What is this life but full of sleeping,
Dressed in black robes I do the reaping.
I spin around and fade away,
What is this life compared to day?

And I’m dying,
Deep inside.
Stop me falling,
Stop me dying.

You are not here but,
I’m still crying,
Take my hand and,
Heal the reaping.