mills
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Growing up is getting old
with heartache and storms
Going through these years
in most ways i've become cold
Once numb to sensations
my walls built so high
Now I feel everything
Listen to Me for once in your life!
You don't know what this pain really feels like.
No one knows what I'm saying to you.
All you hear is a bark or two.
I lie neglected all day, every day.
