I should be the one who disapears I would regress into my fears And stare at myself in all my mirrors Everyday i sit and complain Contemplating whether it would be sain To one day, jump on the train Heading east, to the island that is long She would hold me in her arms For ounce I would belong Millions of people under one giant steeple Like a needle in a hey stack They could never bring me back Back from what? from this? I wouldn't exist regretting oppurtunities missed
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