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In this dark and cold night

I hear her whisper, I feel her fright

Every night she's haunting me

In my dreams and my fears

Trying to get rid of me

To wipe away her tears

Can I feel, Can I Believe

Is this real or just a dream

Am I dead or still alive

Waiting for the sun to rise

Lying, awaken from the dead, running through my head, embrace the depression

In this life without sense

She seems to be my last chance!

Beautiful but still not real

Standing there in front of me

Reaching for her hand to grasp

Off and far away

Tombstone in a wooden heart

Facing what has to be



Lying, awaken from the dead, running through my head, embrace the depression

In this life full of monotony

We just wait to be set free!