Don't try to lift me off the ground
My legs will just give out again
Don't make me talk, I have no sound
Be gentle with me, I am broken
Under an attack you cannot see
Losing my will, I can see my life end
Please don't expect much from me
Just sit with me, and hold me tight, my friend.
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