The shadows chasing me towards hate
you telling me to stop,but I guess it's too late
To choose which way to go
my pace,changes from fast to slow

My future which is far away
lurking near,but disappearing day by day
The shouts that I want to give
my heart telling me not to live

My feelings telling me to just not care
about the world and their cold stares
Rain is to not be felt
hurt is to not be dealt

When people tell me to drop dead
when I'm thinking about what they've said
I guess this is my life that you see
who cares what they say,this is my reality
 
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