Knowledge brings heartbreak, that I don't know whether to lash out or cry. Afraid of hello and good-bye
Beginning to understand how some just choose to walk on by
They walk on by
Monsters and dogs with their icy stares
Hands at their sides
To fight or take flight behind their wary, weary, distant, eyes
And they sleep with their souls on watch.
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