Trying to force words to flow,
Writing things I will never show.
The faint whisper in the crowd,
Is all the voice I am allowed.
I cannot tell wrong from right.
It feels like every other night.
Hanging in between good and bad,
Which are both lives I now have.
An empty chamber full of hopes,
Just to break me from your ropes.
I was trying to be sym(pathetic),
You love me? Fuck you, forget it.
Lost somewhere under your shame,
We can't even speak my own name.
Running away is my only escape,
Before you will become my fate.
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