How you stand there so proud and beautiful
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beside the black me, the sick and helpless one.
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True gentle caring, natural and undemanding.
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A childish wish you'll see me through the night.
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I've seen them staring at me, even through the tears.
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The world's descending for a foolish boy in fear.
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I keep all doors shut, I endure this bitter guilt.
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I know they blame me but that's one thing I can take, right!
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I can take it!
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I wish that every single tear I shed was felt and seen by you,
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so you would understand how much you are and mean to me.
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I am so weak and tired, drugged somehow and sinking,
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fevered and uncared for, strangely not even self-pitied.
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Thoughts spinning, swirling, carousel of misadaption,
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a freak of nature on the ride of a lifetime, yes, that's me.
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The more I try to fight the deeper I'm descending,
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no use in trying crashing headfirst towards the ground.
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It has to end somewhere, I've known it would and here it is,
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this carousel, descending, had its' purpose and it was you.
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How you stand there so proud and beautiful
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beside the black me, the sick and helpless one.
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True gentle caring, natural and undemanding.
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A childish wish you'll see me through it all.
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I've seen them staring at me, even through the tears.
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The world's descending for a foolish boy in fear.
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I keep all doors shut, I endure this bitter guilt.
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I know they blame me but that's one thing I can take.
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I can take it!
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Carousel Of Descent
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| The Provenance |
