I sit here I'm on the train,
everywhere I look I see lovers all around,
I feel so good because I got you,
Yet I make no sound,
people laugh joy in the air, just fooling around.
I can see why they are having fun,
yet again no sound,
I'd rather have a gun,
to shot them all here and now!
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