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(Virtue)I am gone with the wind
I am swept off my feet
You surprised me
You came in on your white horse
And danced me away from reality
You saved me from my low life reputation
But I've suddenly fallen from my tree again
You picked me up and set me on my branch
But weren't able to climb up there yourself
I'd like to help you climb up here
But I have to keep from falling
Can you help me back up again?
The sky has fallen and so have I
The apples are rotten
And I am beautiful
There are stress marks across my heart
No relief has been unveiled
I sit here patiently and wait
Lying here face planted in the ground
Waiting for you to pick me up again
I can't imagine how I must look to you right now
Practically back where I started
I want to be myself again
I talked about suicide today
I'm back to square one