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In this room I wait

the lack of patience I hate

you cannot call

I build higher the wall

that keeps you out

I cant hear you scream

I cant hear you shout



I care no more

this bullshit is becoming a bore

if you cannot care to call

then all ive done means nothing at all

so go to the show

go and fuck the boys you know



cause when you get back

and my hatred is fat

I will let you know

why i feel so

so mad so hurt

so kicked in the dirt

but remember these words

my love has left with the birds