Nobody’s out here it’s just me.

I’m scared of the dark, and i can hardly see.

I wish that i new if someone was trying to find me.

God i need a sing can you please help me?

In less you can’t because this is al you have left for me.

I want to give up but i’m not sure that it’s that time for me.


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