Who can be called,
Who can one tell,
Everyone is gone,
Yes, especially you.
That feeling creeps in,
Starting deep down,
Flowing up and over,
Paralyzing, scary, and much too painful.
The tears won't fall,
The emotions won't escape,
Piling up inside,
Feelings that won't break.
Thay've all come to stay,
Down in the soul,
What can be trusted,
When a heart becomes a hole?
Tell me what you will,
It'll be beleive to be true,
But one voice inside,
Says not to listen to you.



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