Reaching out...
How things look different on the way down
disillusioned I've lost desire
Will I burn in unforgiving fire?
From the flames I walk away
I've found a way to erase the pain
An empty bottle my receptacle
A guardian angel called escape
Don't dwell on the forthcoming
As I know it won't be happening
And you know when I'm gone
You'll hear my cries on the wind.
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