It is silver and silent
and silver and cold.
My head is spinning,
my story untold.

I am suffocating.
Silver and silent,
silent and waiting.

Every day blends
into the next.
No way of knowing
when this will end.

It is silver and silent,
and silver and cold.
I always do what
I am told.

They call me "poser."
They call me "goth."
They call me things
that I am not.

They label me and
I am sold.
Silver and silent,
silent and cold.

Every day is less
perfect than the one
before.
My happiness is gone.
I just let you pass
me by-
the whole world is
a blur.

If loving you is wrong
then I don't want to
be right.
Every night I think
of you and every
night I die.

I am silver and silent.
Silver and cold.
My head is spinning.
My story goes untold.
 
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