MUTE PRT1
I hear shouting
They are screaming at me so insulting
but i dont listen
I stare blankly at them reminiscing
Bout all the people in my past that i'll be missing
But i dont see no star so why the hell are u wishing
I sit there mute just waiting for it all to end
I sit there silent watching my own blood start to bend
Im sitting listening but honestly i cant take it
Wanna call u mom n dad so my sis n i start to fake it
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