its funny how these things work out, sitting in a room not a soul knows
you’re around, shatter the window glass with screams, you’ll still be
unnoticed, begin to wonder why you’re in there, the nights are cold and
you’re alone, the dark streets collapsing at your feet, every one’s inside
fighting to stay warm while you walk not noticing the snow, you’ve been so
cold for so long you cant feel the piercing on your skin, while deep inside
your blood is boiling, burning to get out
 
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