Take the photographs off the wall
Its been long enough
The mourning time is over
He is dead, never coming back
Does it feel good?
We made a mockery of our love
It was to good to be true
Now the only word used for us is 'whatever'
I lay in bed
Listen to you breath
You hold my hand so tight
I listen to you dream
Blood drips off the blade
Tears fall from eyes
Rain drops from the sky
As I fall to the floor
Don't believe what's happening
People dying off for no reason
When I'm happy, when I'm down
I want to be loved, you don't want to hear that
I can't see, but I'm not blind
I can't speak, but I'm not mute
I can't walk, but I have to ability to
I can't hear, but I'm not deaf
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