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Murderer
So many things to say, But so hard to say them I try so hard to tell you, But this irreconcilable act, overwhelms my true being You are a stranger when I speak, Of some foreign land Where no one cares, if someone’s soul is burning out Where the only thing that matters, Is yourself and your concerns I open my mouth, ready to speak But the words never come out right There's something in the way, Adamant as a diamond, blocking my words My screaming is silence to your ears I'm dying from not being heard But maybe the truth is by acting, To hide this anguish I am really killing myself from the inside Slow and painful death I am my own murderer
