Hurt people...

Maybe I'm starting to miss the sound of her voice...

I hear it almost everywhere.

I shouldn't care.

But I don't think

This heart or mind does have a choice...

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Sometimes I just don't need to say shit...

All her words ring my wrist like a bracelet...

What I thought to myself, probably tasteless...

Face it.

She hasn't reached out,

Nah, I won't play this...

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And I don't want to fall in love again,

I don't know how...

I really don't think that I believe that

I should go now...

I wanted her to see the world I made,

I was so proud...

But she could only see it all as noise

It was so loud...

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And hurt people,

Go hurt people,

Who hurt people,

Who've hurt people...

Religion just doesn't mean nothing,

They huddle under that steeple.

And all of them are ugly

All of them, they are evil.

She summoned me from the chaos

Then left me with the upheaval...

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And maybe my shell was cracking...

And maybe I felt less colder.

She pointed to what I'm lacking...

And painted it so much bolder.

Maybe I'm starting to miss 

The sound of her waking voice...

She could have just bit her tongue

I could have made a choice...

Now I'm sullen

Without that tempo

Veiled here in turquoise...