The silence is deafening,
My home is cold and bare,
Tainted with bad feelings,
And the fact you don't seem to care,
My days are long and lonely,
I spend them on my own,
I work all day in silence,
And return to silence in my home,
I've got this gut wrenching feeling,
Something I just can't seem to shake,
I wish this was just a nightmare,
I will myself to wake,
I walk for miles in the darkness,
That's where my tears escape,
They overtake and drown me,
Like I'm covered by a cape,
My life was perfect and now it's not,
It's shitter than ever before,
Now even getting up in the morning,
Feels more like a chore,
I'm wrapped up inside my mind,
Which way do I turn?
I don't think this lessons fair,
It's not one I want to learn,
Maybe I should light the match,
And this this f*cker burn.
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