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Your hurt, I want to help But I'm not aloud Your sick, I want to help But you refuse You fall, I want to help But I can't do it all Your helpless I'm helpless Your dying outside
A silver tongue licks the flesh, And lets out crimson tears. The pain you feel brings you relief, Numbs over all your fears. There's nothing you can do to help, the problems that you face.