Full of grief I scream at the wind Thought I heard the words of others Imprison myself And stay in a shell I wont let you in to have a story to tell Things tend to drag me down Dont understand so they hate me now My fear grips the will of stone My grip fears Ill die alone I promised myself somewhere in the teenage life Id never submit to the ones I will not be like Live in a hole But stay close to my kind Cause they understand what burns in my mind I still feel incomplete Friends are few and far between
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