All the people that pass me by
are living nightmares
They can't scream or cry
Because no one cares
They're all made of paper
easily torn apart
because nothing is sacred
they walk around with broken hearts
they are just like me!
And I don't know how to live
I just want to be free
and get rid of all I have to give
because it's bursting at the seams
This love I hid from the world
speaks louder than my screams
even though it's buried deep within my soul...
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