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There’s some things I wanna say

And these things I can’t

How I’d cry to sleep at night

If I only had the tears

How the world has taught me wrong

And how I am afraid

What about the knife in hand

Sliding across my skin

And how the stinging pain

Can make me feel alive

Because the stagnancy around me

Is far too much to cope

What about the emptiness

That space inside my chest

The blandness and the bondage

That makes me want to scream

Then there’s the asphyxiation

Saran wrap on my head

Sometimes I will want to sleep forever

Just to find some way out

And other times there is a girl

That wants to dance on stage

And she’s the one that keeps use here

She’s the one that wants to speak

Then there is the other one

Who doesn’t know what to say

There’s some things that I need to tell

And these things I can’t