I sat down on the floor,
and wiped my tears.
I crouched down on the floor,
I swallowed my fears.
You there, Mister,
Can you help me out?
I feel like I’m falling,
I need a reason to shout.
Hit me in the stomach,
make me cry.
I need to release tension,
or else I’ll die.
I’ve run out of reasons,
out of reasons to cry.
I feel nothing now,
emotionless and dry.
Despair has left me,
and said ‘goodbye’.
So c’mon, Mister,
make me cry.
My soul is bleeding,
My mind is dead,
I need an emotion,
To kick start my head.
So hurt me Mister,
It's all you can do,
Take that foot of yours,
And put it to use.
(i'm empty...)
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