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There isn't much to say

So I'll carry on my merry way

You're silent, yet so loud

Do your actions make you proud?

How can you live like this? 

Why choose misery over bliss?

There's too much to be grateful for

Than to go around slamming every door.

You have it made, my friend

Spoiled; but you're broken in the end.

Take these words and be constructive

Go outside, take a breath, and live.

But here I go on my merry way

I've nothing left to say

My silence can be loud too

And I've nothing left to prove.