We almost made it
Without air in our lungs
Hopeful and jaded
Speaking different tongues
We almost made it
Taking it as it comes
All senses abraded
Something died in my arms
We almost made it
Thoughts were safe from the harms
All senses degraded
Something died in my arms
Here it comes
Image comes to my head
Tries to hurt me again
We almost made it
With blindfold on my eyes
All senses sedated
Something died in my arms
Here it comes
Image comes to my head
Tries to hurt me again
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