There's too many things left to be unsaid some live in a dark hole sometimes in my head but I'm all right I'll get by somehow you want to feel their emotion sometimes even hold their hand but they're giving nothing in return to suit their own demands but I'm tired and I'll get by somehow look at the people around you stabbing at your heart but you still smile in kindness for not knowing who they are and their stories have ended and they've lit up the town and it's time to go home as they go and lay their bodies back down you want to feel their emotion sometimes even hold their hand but they're giving nothing in return to suit their own demands but I'm tired and I'll get by somehow look at the people around you stabbing at your heart but you still smile in kindness for not knowing who they are and their stories have ended and they've lit up the town and it's time to go home as they go and lay their bodies back down there's too many things left to be unsaid so I live in a dark hole sometimes in my head but I'm all right I'll get by somehow
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