Withering I am 'cause of the pain
I lost you though in the flow
Time weaves itself around
Making everyone to frown
They sometimes wish me dead
But I won't spill the red
Hope to see you beside me
whether I live or I die
Pain is what has to subside
And come out with cries
You still stand in the mist
You still stand biting your lips
Wish you stay with me till dawn
Not for love but to moan
over my grave
'cause I'll be dead
There is no tomorrow
Life is to be taken into the burrow
Hope you will live long enough
So you may be happy out of rough
So we are at a cross
of roads
Withering i am 'cause of loss
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