Sometimes I get so low I hide and pray for the rain I lay back and listen for thunder And feel the needle in my vein No one else is around I scream from the wicked sting I don't want to think about him But he's my everything I don't know what to do I try to listen to my heart But I can't tell where the beating ends And where the bleeding startsBirth sign: Libra
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