When the wind flows it knocks me down
For my skin is paper and my mind is the pen
Here we are again, trying to escape
You changed the weather and it blew me away
But yet here is my mind
Ask again and again what you can do
But you bring the clouds
Here comes the wind
Mend the pain
Inconsideration is your game
But it's smoked out
Can you breathe on your own?
Or are you gone?
I don't want to feel pain
At the point where the world is turning numb
No return
Find a reason
Find a real friend
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