yet evening, still dreaming, a silence in my head
 the people, all talking, their words won't reach my bed
 
 i've stopped now, the running, repeating inaudible words
 the theories, all covers, the restless hunt disturbs 
 
 the young me, the one you see, screamed with all her might
 the young me, the soon-to-be, screamed with all her might
 sure of what was right
 
 yet evening, still bleeding, sirens in my head
 late thinkers, all twisted, their printed thoughts turn red
 yet evening, not leaving, as days and nights go by
 no lessons, no questions until their echoes die
 
 the young me, the one you see, screamed with all her might
 the young me, the soon-to-be, screamed with all her might
 sure of what was right
 
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