all around is still and dark
i sit alone in the park

my head bent low on my knees
listening to the wind in the trees

free and loose my mind drifts around
the thoughts are wound, round and round

in my beginning was my end
in my greatest glory, my basest bend

there was never another way
it wont be different another day

the battles fought with my soul
there's no victory that would leave me whole

if i kill myself i cant survive
if i win, i will die

its me beneath my paring knife
its my behind all my strife

u have to learn the lesson in the winds
to forgive urself, ____

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