This atmosphere, is cold.
I can't really hear myself.
People wouldn't want me to talk.
They laugh obnoxiously, it ruins my concentration.
I know they're laughing.
All I hear is distorted words.
I think I'm  d
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Sing, sing with the birds
as the time goes.

Love with sorrow,
hold me as I dig a hole,
down deeper to the soul.

See me cry,
hold me right,
kisses goodbye.
It's ok it's all alright.

just a young heart confusing my mind
im confused or am i blind
challenge whipsers
im dead inside?
everything i do
is a waste to your time

ill try
ill try
ill try till my bones die
to further more my love will
ignite my heart so.  

if i cry every night will the end
accept me, beneath me is under
the heart you swore you'd lend me.

im swollen from the hits you gave me,
metaphorically.
will you accept me.