I heard them, even though they had nothing to say
Finally, pushed outside, though never in
I guess there's only me to blame.
I paint myself on paper, in bright shades of grey
Dull. I rip it up, again and again,
As my anger takes my hands
And takes me by it's wonder.
A feeling never felt before.
I guide my fists through the poor
I don't want to see them anymore.
Leave me, just don't let me think.
Rather sit alone again on that hill
With eyes so far, and mouth so dry
As I distance myself from the lullaby
My voice is sore from all the singing
Help me. But you can't hear it. I'm singing--
I hurt myself again today
I heard them, even though they had nothing to say
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