I bleed to feel,
I feel to bleed.
That is my way of surviving
When you sit here in a house
Silent as can be,
Piled with people
You couldn't care less to see.
You are screaming,
You are yelling,
Ripping your soul apart.
Trying,
Sesarching,
To find a way out.
You sit and wonder what life could have been
If you had taken that chance
To become happy again,
But that moment has come and gone
So you must get up and move on
With the death of your soul
And the parting of your eyes,
You decide to skip the goodbyes.
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