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Is it truly brave to be stoic

or to shed a caring tear?

with all my self-doubts forever growing

will I wilt in Satans leer?

Trapped in a revolving door

of empty faces and forgotten names

Im lying naked on the floor

waiting for the whistle of a ghostly train

that will take me on a trip to nowhere

I paid for the ticket in stolen goods

I just cant believe youre not supposed to show fear

or that you may be shot for wearing a hood.

Im afraid of everything in my path

the looming monsters thrive in shadows

if I keep this up Ill just do the math

and find myself trussed awaiting the gallows.

Why cant I conquer what holds me down?

Why cant I get over myself?

Why do they all laugh like Im a clown?

Why cant I remember what I felt?

I just want love, I just want peace

I just want to stay in sorrow

I just want to get some kind of release

from the loneliness in which I wallow.

Its crazy to think I used to be smart

a beacon of hope in the dark

but now that Ive peirced my fathers heart

I cry along with the wounded lark.