Although we've been told,
People care.
Although they extend their hand to hold,
They'll still sit with a snare.
So my silence has been sold,
And I'll sit and twist my hair.
Till all the cards you fold,
Cause No one cares.
Everyone's heart is cold,
To anyone's problems but theirs.
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 1:42 AM UTC
Although we've been told,
People care.
Although they extend their hand to hold,
They'll still sit with a snare.
So my silence has been sold,
And I'll sit and twist my hair.
Till all the cards you fold,
Cause No one cares.
Everyone's heart is cold,
To anyone's problems but theirs.
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