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everything Is dead
When silence becomes a feeling.
All you will ever know.
Hidden in the past, is denial
Hidden in the now, is sorrow.
Never has pain felt so real.
Cannot run anymore.
I can't be anyone but the person you see now.
They call me fake, call me stranger... call me whore.
The truth is I'll be anything you want me to be. I'll beg for all kinds of mercy.
I'll live my life of pain in silence ...
The number, the vision... our anniversary
Everything is dead.
And I'm drunk again.
All you will ever know.
Hidden in the past, is denial
Hidden in the now, is sorrow.
Never has pain felt so real.
Cannot run anymore.
I can't be anyone but the person you see now.
They call me fake, call me stranger... call me whore.
The truth is I'll be anything you want me to be. I'll beg for all kinds of mercy.
I'll live my life of pain in silence ...
The number, the vision... our anniversary
Everything is dead.
And I'm drunk again.
Published 29th Aug 2015
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29th Aug 2015 7:35pm
I've literally felt this way before. Something how your emotion and life situations can be the spoken words of another's experience. We are all connected somehow....nice!
