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Hello?
Is anybody here?
Is that beating all around me
that's so consistant and clear?
Where am I?
How long have I been here?
Why is this door locked?
and why is it marked with a tear?
I see no one entering,
and only one portrait hanging on the wall,
who is that man
and what is that song I hear reveberating throughout the hall?
I don't understand,
its as if time is standing still,
I feel the presence of a great love
but also a saddening lack of will.
This is supposed to be a place of magic
a realm of great devotion,
its not meant to be closed off
to any flow of emotion.
Where's the key,
to unlock this frozen heart,
I need to get out of here,
before it shatters apart.
Is anybody here?
Is that beating all around me
that's so consistant and clear?
Where am I?
How long have I been here?
Why is this door locked?
and why is it marked with a tear?
I see no one entering,
and only one portrait hanging on the wall,
who is that man
and what is that song I hear reveberating throughout the hall?
I don't understand,
its as if time is standing still,
I feel the presence of a great love
but also a saddening lack of will.
This is supposed to be a place of magic
a realm of great devotion,
its not meant to be closed off
to any flow of emotion.
Where's the key,
to unlock this frozen heart,
I need to get out of here,
before it shatters apart.
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I look at all the lonely people,
And what do I see?
I see the loner sitting in the corner.
I see the stoner passed out on the floor.
I see the person contemplating suicide with a gun to his head.
I see the nice guy who was waiting for his friend through the cold harsh night.
Freezing himself to death on the bench cold and tired.
What I see are the people who need to be with somebody.
But aren't because they can't.
People don't want them.
People don't listen to them.
People use them.
I look at all the lonely people.
And I see you and me.
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just remember
if i throw insults,
say "fuck you,"
just remember
it isn't true.
if i'm being selfish,
or a whore,
just remember
i love you more.
if i hate you,
leave you be,
just remember
come with me.
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You look for an escape
but there's nowhere to hide.
You need to get away
from this feeling inside.
The madness around you
has penetrated your soul.
You cry out. You long for
your times of old.
You need something
to end this misery.
You see the blade.
You need to bleed.
You hold it in your hand.
Just one single blow
can end it all now.
You decide to go.
You feel the sharp slice
accross your vein.
You see the blood
but you don't feel pain.
You find the happiness
that you once loved,
but you can never grasp it
once you've been
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This flows really well, I like the rhythm.