Record track of pain

November 22, 2015

Dark evenings

Down the cups

Cups of my blood

Laugh at my tears

The silence enraptures me

Invisible

I'm a silhouette

Talk down to me

My tears burn

Start a fire on their own

When It reaches you

Will you feel the pain

Will they equate to my own

You don't know how I feel

Susceptible to hurt feelings

Life is dull

But I believe in the power of unity

5000 is better than 1

So get together

Create me a happy ending

Tired of living life on repeat

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