Tonight
I was feeling kind of sad
Not the kind that you slit your wrist
I’ve tried that
It doesn’t work
If you don’t want to die
These trees they watch me go by
Are these trees the same ones
that watch over me tomorrow?
I would crawl across oceans of snow to reach me.
...*ittu*...haisee hyvälle.
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