I sit here at dawn
And am lost in the dark,With my fragile soul,
And my tiny shattered heartI cry each night,
And tend to lie deadFor inside all I have left
Are the mosters in my head
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Even at Dawn
I sit here at dawn
And am lost in the dark,With my fragile soul,
And my tiny shattered heartI cry each night,
And tend to lie deadFor inside all I have left
Are the mosters in my head