The sun hides away from my face
as it sets out there in the horizon
and i think of the past, of the reason
why I think i'm hidden from grace
As it stoped staring you did start
looking through my sight for a heart
Why bother, maybe there isn't hope
that glorified pump just couldn't cope
Well, as the sun hid from my face
I wasn't sad, wasn't the case
but now it's midnight and I frown
so I write like I'm always down
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