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This sadness is getting to me

My chest is aching

And though I don't say a word

They can all see it in my eyes

And they care

But I say I don't care

If I really didn't, though

I wouldn't cry this way



The shame is getting to me

My knees are shaking

And though I don't complain

They can all see the crosses I bear

And they help

But I say I don't want help

If I really didn't, though

I wouldn't give up the load so easily



My skin is getting paler

My eyes turn redder

My breaths come shorter

As I'm sucked into this void

Where no hope or happiness shines

Where the melancholy reign supreme

Where you hear the angels cry

And even the devil feels agony