They tell me to move one inch at a time,
And just move on forward,
I am a lemon in a world for a lime,
Where is the light to head toward?
My heart's not a well,
They think it won't run dry,
Into it I have fell,
Emptying the water I cry.
Just keep drinking the water,
And they say it'll be alright,
When all I have left is my stepfather,
How can I sleep safely at night?
Without you I have no family,
To call out my name,
My hope crumbles so brittlely,
After tonight I'll never be the same.
This well is running out,
Eventually I'll no longer be able to cry,
What is left to be happy about,
When my heart's run dry?
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