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I am standing on the other side of the ceiling,
looking down at my world.
The mess around me seems absurd.
You know what I feel that you will come and save me.
And I feel that you will come and care.
And I know that someday you will be there.
I am standing on the other side of the ceiling,
praying you'll be there.
Time has changed.
Bitter sweet,
passing through the rays of sun.
I always thought you'd be near me when my war was won.
I see now that it's impossible,
this is not your war,
but with you here beside me,
what is it for?
I'll take a bow,
throw in the towel.
It's not my time,
it's not my place.
How did I ever expect to save the world
all by myself?
