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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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