Full of grief I scream at the wind,
thought I heard the words of others
Imprison myself, and stay in shell.
I won't let you in to have a story to tell
Things tend to drag me down,
don't understand so they hate me now
My fear grips the will of stone
My grip fears I'll die alone
I promised myself somewhere in teenage life
I'd 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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