If only walls could talk;
They'd tell you about me,
And how they hear me scream,
And watch me while I bleed.
If only walls could talk;
They'd tell you I was damned
Surprised that I'm not dead,
With a knife clutched to my hand.
If only walls could talk;
They'd tell you how I cry,
All the pain that's in my eyes,
That's eating me alive.
If only walls could talk;
They'd tell you to be strong,
To keep on moving on,
Long after I'm gone
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