GLOOM

Doesn’t want to be part of it

Afraid to give her heart

Cause safe hands rare to find

She seems depressed

She seems glum

Sinking on her sorrow

Always whispering on her ears

Beautiful soul trust the magic

Beautiful soul trust the process

But she’s going to burn if she’s still here

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