Sitting here rotting and
No one cares,
Some more flesh from the bone
Crying tears of dust and decay and
No one cares.
Losing myself,
My person falls away and
I turn into someone I don't know
And I’m afraid, and alone.
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| Another day, Sitting here rotting and No one cares, Some more flesh from the bone Crying tears of dust and decay and No one cares. Losing myself, My person falls away and I turn into someone I don't know And I’m afraid, and alone. |
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