My heart is breaking inside
As if the clockwork has halted all time
Is this how the end of the world begins?
Is this why the magic of a heart song has left the trees
Gone like the Lorax
Where are the saviors of our childhood?
Who climbed out of toy boxes?
The imaginary friends who were cowards
That cared only for their own skins
And nothing for mine
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