when i close my eyes,
i see the end.
in my bed,
in the dark,
all alone,
i fear.
when it gets dark,
all around me,
and i feel lost,
my dear, i will think of you.
when it gets dark,
all around you,
and you feel lost,
my dear, you can think of me.
when i was a boy,
mom and dad,
would throw things at one another.
i'm still a boy —
with their blood.
oh, it scares me,
that i might be like them,
to you.
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