Hidden secrets may never be found
Last words may never be song
Many things we meant to say
Many days we meant to stay
Words that seem so cliche
Words that never stray
At a moments notice we're taken away
To places we don't know, faces that go
We meet and greet each other
Politely, we don't bother
Starring at the faces unknown
Intimidated we are grown
Each passing minute, each passing second
A life new, a gained weapon
Frightful thoughts engarge our minds, our hearts
Tossed into reality, we're given our parts
The good, the bad, the indifferent
The accepted words unwritten
Untouched by our filt
Unaffected by our guilt
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