You won't find me here, the place that you expected me to be, in my bed on the second floor. I'm outside your house, I'm closing in on you. And all the times you smiled, you said hello and thought I was ok, I was planning your final struggle. When you wake up I'll be there. When you see me you'll be on your back again. When you know you're already dead, you'll love me too. You will find me here, the place you least expected me to be. Breaking through your basement window. I'm outside your room, I can hear you breathe. And all the times you laughed, you shook my hand and thought I was your friend. I was planning your tragic ending. You'll look down on me, with eyes of endless tragedy. Try and stop the pain, but there's never closure. Find your solace in what you could have been. When they look for me, the evidence is buried deep. Try to guide the way into the darkness. Looking down for me, the evidence is buried deep. Try to guide the way into the darkness. Looking down on me through eyes that never stop crying. Looking down on me, will you ever look away?
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