A tear streams from my eye and I wipe it away,
What part of "no!" do you not understand?
Just sit beside me and hold my hand.
Don't talk about my like I'm not in the room,
Inside I am broken, dreadful thoughts loom.
Hanging on to a ledge by the tips of my fingers,
The world crushes many and that thought always lingers,
Complete strangers to me, our paths have never crossed,
A glimpse of a headline; from my heart they're never lost.
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