When I look back, I can find the start.
I couldn't have prepared for,
the moment when you tore me apart.
And I fell to the floor,
the moment when you broke my heart.
The moment you closed my only door.
My life had a change of season,
the leaves fell and rotted away.
Still, you are the one reason,
I'll brave the coldest winter day.
You set me free,
you broke my shell.
I really must be,
living in a sore hell.
So how can I fix this?
Could you restore my one hope,
to be with whom I sorely miss.
Or will the answer always be: nope.
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