Whatever I want
I know its wanted by someone else
And apples and trees often stick together
So when I feel hurt
I know that it echos
Like a grandfather clock in a grand hall
I know when you are lost
I'll try and lead you home
But that would be the blind leading the blind
Don't dispair, father
I know you hope as I know you hurt
And I know its darkest before the dawn
But I could say anything
It will ring hollow
I know that hopeless place you've woken to.
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