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Haven't written anything in a while so here it goes.

Walking through the crowded streets,
she's never been so alone
wearing her clothes in a strange old way,
that somehow seems to belong

and she cries at night,
sitting above the moon,
with the world in sight,
watching it go to ruin
I won't pray for her,
but i've got to help,
I don't live for her
but there's no one else.

Sitting on the subway train,
voices in her head.
Same old second of every day,
the one time forget's

And she shouts in her sleep,
but they're not her dreams,
and she does not eat,
or so it seems, or so it seems.

She's watching us,
sitting above the moon.
She's watching us,
tell me it's not true,
She's watching us,
sending the bad dreams away,
She's watching us
sharing in our pain

She's watching us,
sitting above the moon.
She's watching us,
tell me it's not true,
She's watching us,
sending the bad dreams away,
She's watching us
sharing in our pain.

Thanks for reading!