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I walk the road, it's the cloudy night.
I pass the trees, not a human in sight.
I cross over the bridge, head held high,
Eyes still blank and mouth in a line.
I feel the dark, pressing at all sides.
I sense the passage, the tick-tock of time.
I can tell they are staring, wondering if I'm fine,
Because not a word was spoken from these lips of mine.
It's not natural, they protest, but it's all in vain.
You were made to use your voice, don't hide it away.
But what good is a voice if it only causes pain?
What good is a man who can do nothing but fake?
Why should I speak up if there is nothing to say?
I remain in silence, I guess I'm afraid.
I won't talk, so it'll all be okay.
Maybe there's someone, who shares my mistakes,
Someone out there that will lead me away.
Out of this crowd of people who don't ever see,
Out of this world of monotony.
Out of this gaze that still captures me.
One day, one day, I'll be able to speak.
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