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hell
Walking alone, afraid to go home.
Afraid to walk, i'm afraid i'll trip and fall.
Going through hell, no one sees, but its just as well.
Could anyone hear me if i scream? Could you wake me from my scary dream?
I fell to my face, my legs move faster, picking up my pace.
These mocking voices scream at me, i only hear them, i cannot see.
Almost home, just wishing i didn't feel so alone.
Afraid to walk, i'm afraid i'll trip and fall.
Going through hell, no one sees, but its just as well.
Could anyone hear me if i scream? Could you wake me from my scary dream?
I fell to my face, my legs move faster, picking up my pace.
These mocking voices scream at me, i only hear them, i cannot see.
Almost home, just wishing i didn't feel so alone.
Published 23rd Jul 2012
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23rd Jul 2012 2:45am
