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why is it that sadness doesn't make a soundi don't want you aroundi gave you all i had, then you swiftly gave it backi don't know what you wanteverything is caving falling into ruineverybody learnswe spend most our lives just picking up the messbut there is never lessa broken little boy from the window where he felli did not love him wellif jesus is my friend then i don't know where he wentwith the heart that he stolei look in your eyes and there i seea version of me i'd like to meetwhile lying alone inside the darkwondering what our lives are fori must cut them out and zip them upin the palms of my hands so i can lookwhenever i feel like giving upbut then you'd be blind so i must stop |
