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When I start to see you lack

My whole world turns black

I'm tired of fighting

I'm tired of finding

You have become to insecure

By all that has come mature

All I want to do is be by your side

But you push away and hide

You're hanging by a thread

I can't hear a word you said

You're starting to fall down

But I always come and pick you up from the ground

I won't sit there and let you pause

Just because you became a lost cause