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Silence and empty rooms
Is all that you have left
Broken by the endless lies

This is theft.

Lost and confused by all of the fumes
So please tell me,
Where are you?
Running through the maze
In this sleepy haze

Dressed up in blue and white
Here, underneath the moonlight

White roses painted red
And a man, with a messed up head
Everyday I will collect the pain,
Then wait to be slain

I'm given the choice: Life or Death,
But I've still not taken my last breath.

Risk it all, and take the fall
But for some reason, I'm still holding on.
The tears of the blind
And the lies of the deaf.

And the people who wish for their death.

So many people lying in unmarked graves
And the people that we don't even know their names.
But if our eyes could speak we'd say three times the world.

If our eyes could speak, then never again would we have to talk.

But if our eyes could speak, they'd tell it all
Of every ball, of every fall, and of every brawl.

If eyes could speak, we wouldn't have to talk at all.
Once upon a time there was a transgender girl
Who cut off her curls

He looked everywhere for love
And only found one.

His parents rejected him
Society beheaded him
And nothing could keep him alive.

**But everyone forgot that he was human too.
Once upon a time a young boy who seemed so happy, died
But it was by a blade and tears that he tried to hide.

His funeral was full of people who made everyday bad
His bullies, his abusive boyfriend, and his alcoholic dad

Well on that day
They buried a boy that they never ever actually knew.
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