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I watch the world thorugh the eyes of the dead
I also hear what you said
the things you say dont bother me
anger in me only last but one day
The looks and glares that you all pass
go through me like a vapor gas

I wont cry but i will sigh when you all make fun of me
these are just immature things that run in back of me
my mind is full of your statments and the words all about me
but eventually maybe just maybe you all will see that that life
isn't so important to me. And if i should die before all of you wake
I pray the lord my soul to take.