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Here I stand, petrified
To live as I should live
Thinking of the times I've nearly died
How much more must I give
The sun, it shines in on my face
It warms me to the core
Yet I cannot escape this place
My life has become a bore
Thinking of the joys I've known
All the thing's I've done
In this past year how I've grown
But here I am, still no one
When will my time run dry
And do I want to see
Will anyone even wonder why
Will they remember me.