Listening to: silence
Feeling: hated
I counted all the times
I cried myself to sleep
I counted all the times
my heart died piece by piece
I counted all the scars
that lay upon my heart
and guess how many times
I let more tears depart
Guess how many times
I felt worthless and alone
and guess how many times
I felt trapped and unknown
I counted everytime
I felt the least bit of pain
and guess how much that is
every single drop of rain
I'll keep counting all the times
I turn away from joy
and drown myself in tears
until my soul is destroyed
I'll count every single time
I use a knife in place of pain
and I'll be trapped in a cycle
of my endless counting strain
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