If there was a place as lonely as me.
Niagara Falls would turn blood red as I lie in the vast dimensions of eternity, surrounded by loved ones who eventually didn't love me.
I only lie there to belong to someone, to be amongst those who have shown me even the slightest bit of kindness or filled my emotional void. With every person, brightens the sun, blinding my disillusionment yet burning away pleasure.
All my regrets echo through the gushing waters, plunging into a deep depression, where I had been abandoned for a long time. Still, If I were yours and you don't call, I might go a little crazy and If I were yours at Niagara Falls, I'd drown myself for you to save me. And when it turns red it's as lonely as me.
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