A/N: hey guys this one's "Trapdoor" and "It's Quiet Uptown"! Hope you enjoy!
There are moments that the words don't reach, there is suffering too terrible to name. You hold your child as tight as you can. And push away the unimaginable.
He pretends that he's OK
But you should see
Him in bed late at night
He's petrified
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Aleander was sad, he began to break into melancholy sng (A/N this is my own creaion not from the muscal lol jope you enjoy):
Philip was my favorite sonnn
And now he's gone
What have I done?
I've never once been so alooonnnneeee,
Until now.
Oh wow.
Even Eliza won't look at me,
She turns her head in shame.
Isn't it sad when
You're ashamed of your own nammmeee.
I need to move on, they tell me.
It's quiet uptown.
All this silence,
It's bringing me downnnnn
So, so down. I'm sadddd, my life is baddd,
Watch me frownnnn
People ignore my tearssss
But that's okay
Because all my fearsss
Are here this dayyyyy
I miss my son why
did he have to dieeee
Also I miss my wiifeee
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Take me out and finish this waste of a life
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If you see him in the street, walking by himself, talking to himself, have pity. He is working through the unimaginable.
Everyone gather around for a show
Watch as this man disappears as we know
Do me a favor and try to ignore
As you watch him fall through a blatant trapdoor
He thinks that faith might be dead
Nothing kills a man faster than his own head
He used to see dreams at night
But now he's just watching the backs of his eyes
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Angelica sighed, it hurt to see her sister's husband (who hapened to also be her curushh) so sad and near suicidal. :'(
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She balladed on:
If you see him in the streeet, walking by himselfffff talking to himsellllffff have pitttyyyyyy
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'Cause nobody knows he's alive
