Another Cry For Help

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Im screaming out to a cold wall.
Ones with a heart beat, ones that will never fall.

I try so hard to get noticed, but they only see the blood on there hands.
They will only know there own song, so my rhyme, they will never understand

I want to end my story, but im not that selfish.
But there not like me, they serve a colder dish.

No one will under stand this, how my mind is working.
So I'll downed alone, just smirking.

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