as feverish spokes grabs and chokes
lost in translation covered in cloaks
in a castle where i must wait and dwell
shutting all my hopes and dreams in a shell
cant find my soul shallow and empty
wheres the love? Ive heard theirs plenty
you let me walk alone in this storm
in every shape and form
i depend on you alone
with every lesson that you've shown
i scream out with every cry an whisper
with every bruise and blister
what kind of message do i send?
theirs to much hurt to mend
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