Walking threw halls I once owned,
with a heart I used to know
Surrounded by a sea of people,
feeling more alone
Holding hands with the one I love,
Feeling only sadness inside
Why am I out of the water,
but on edge of going back?
Why don't I know myself
or anyone else?
Why does life have so many questions
but no answer?
Does anybody hear the screams,
The cries of a once loved?
Does anybody see the mountain breaking,
Trapping all souls inside?
Can I live up to my duties,
Be better than before?
Can I move on in life,
Or open a door?
Why does life have to be lived?
Why does living have to be so hard?
Why is it so hard to move on when all give up?
Why is it that all give up and move on with no wounds to show?
Why am I sitting here staring at a once bled, a mark of many,
But nothing new to show, to hide, to own?
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