Count to three and breathe, my darling, breathe.
You have bleeding hands and bleeding knees.
You have cried all day and now you're weak.
You need space? but it is yet to seek.
You need hope? it's hard to find a light.
Count to three, don't try to start a fight.
Count to three and breathe, my sweetie, breathe.
You need you? so find your own peace.
Count to three
© Copyright: Ананько Александра Викторовна, 2019
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