Try not to take this personally,
But all I see,
And all I hear,
Is the sounds of you and your perilous hounds.
Making us all cry,
Out the things that you’d never hear,
Of the things that we’d never be
Continually being suffocating.
Disaster is striking in the hearts that have shattered.
That have screamed out their final goodbyes,
Their sorrows,
Their pain,
Their loneliness,
This is the last time that I shall have heard of you,
But you continually hunt me down to shatter me too,
Me and my heart are having too much we might break,
As we lay to rest down in this downcast street.
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