When the wind will finally beat out me,
When the rain will hide my tears.
Please, protect yourself from the pain.
Please, rebuild all of your fears.
It is easy to get used to me.
As a pill you'll never know by-effects.
Don't ask me to stay.
I'll send my regrets.
Like a pill
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