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When i thought i lept, i didn't even jump,

Now i'm flat on the ground

And its not worth getting up.





I see many colours inside my dreams,

so dizzy, and sickening,

Alive and well.

I hate to wake up, to touch my face,

to find it still left in the place that i fell.





My minutes turned to hours,

My hours turned to dust.

Still nobody came, to lift me up.





So now i could leap, and not notice i did,

I can only feel it when i fall.

And now i don't get up at all.