you cry
no sound
wipe the tears with your smile
and die .again.
no one belives
belives that you are not at peace
the think you're good
they don't
don't know
that you are battling a war
a war of emotions
that's full of comotions
a war of filth
filth and sorrow
but what would the say if you won't be back tomorrow
would they care
would they shead a tear
but what if you told them you have shed a river
cold sad hands are holding the gun
you may say nothing but
but your mind is going a hundred miles a beat
you hear something but its's nothing
so i you just go back to sleep
blue-black sky falls upon us
taking lives with any chance
remember you're not alone
and you will live another day
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