Looking around I'm
lost in a crowd
wondering why life's
not always there
why life's always
running away from
the things that scare
them the most
a whisper in the wind
a voice inside my head
the young the innocent
they get lost
thru out the night
why does this keep happening?
RIP THEM TO SHREDS!
TEAR THEM TO PEICES!
you hear some lost soul cry
then it's over
and your screaming is just
a whisper in the
wind
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