is it all?

The names
the shouts
the screams
the sounds

The crying
the tears
the lying
the fears

is this what living is?
to be afraid
to run away
to think that one day she wont be be disseived
to think that one day he will leave?

i listen to music
i go to the lake
to try to keep my sanity sane

i go to my friend's house
because i only had one
because she was different then every one
she knew the pain
she knew the hurt
she even knew the thing that didn't work

one day i will see you soon
so just look at the moon
i am counting down the days till i see you
just know that all these days i do need you.

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