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They've given up on me
And I on them
Ordering my days by
How to best pretend
We stand a chance
Selfishly numbing what
I can't takeOf their circumstance
I once had the chance to take a stand
To give the world my helping hand
Or make a difference in this land
But I walked away
When I was young I loved to dance
To put my soul into a trance
As I write my final letter to you, I don't feel any remorse.
In fact, I almost feel relived to know that little parasite is gone.
I know I put the parasite on me, and I let it drain me for so long.
Does it matter that in the fall
all of us just feel so small?
We rush like squirrels
harboring food
for in winter
none of us know what to do.
In fall school is on the up and up again
IM TALKING BUT YOUR NOT LISTENING OR MAYBE YOUR LISTENING AND IM NOT HEARING
HEARING BUT NOT UNDERSTANDING, UNDERSTANDING BUT NOT ABLE TO RELATE
SPEAKING WITHOUT SOUND SO MY VOICE IS UNHEARD
