I don't know what to say so I don't talk at all.
It's easy to do, just stare at the floor and the wall.
Yeah so what if people think it's weird.
There are greater things to be feared.
Don't pay attention to what they whisper behind your back.
If they really knew you, they'd take it all back.
Trust me, to avoid their eyes, just look at the floor.
It'll keep you from running for the door.
I know what you're going through 'cause I've been there too.
In fact, I'm still there.
It's just become somewhat easier to bear.
Just remember, the floor is your friend.
It'll be there till... the end.
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