It's not yet too late
When gravity pulls on me again It hugs me to the ground Where I couldn't move and pinned I felt gravity's pound Then rain pours on me I'm all too wet and shivering Clouds gathers around me It hits me with its lightning I'm too weak to stand I have no voice to speak I tried to grab a hand Yet no one seems to reach I'm too tired to sleep So I just lay down and think I wish you reached me then Or I reach you when... It's not yet too late
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