The dark is creeping up
Scared of what will happen
Why does this have to happen to me?

No one is here, I look up
Why is this happening
Why does this have to be me

The hair on the back of my neck stood up
I never wanted this feeling to happen
It was just me

Nothing is here, maybe I should go up
It is really happening
I'm alone and it's only me




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