I need to scream, but my voice has been silenced.
I need to scream, but the willpower just isn't there.
I'm afraid my heart just wouldn't be in it.
Who am I afraid of?
Who do I silence myself for?
I silence myself, for myself.
Is it the right answer?
Bottling everything up as everything else shakes me up?
Things don't affect me anymore.
I have no eyes to see,
No ears to hear,
and no more strength to run.
And how can anything be real if I'm not?
How can anything be real? How can it be?
I don't feel real. I've never felt real.
I've never been enough, and I'll never be for anyone.
Alone in the distance, isolated in a crowd;
I don't belong anywhere, and nowhere is my home.
Nowhere is my home, and nowhere is my heart.
I know why I can't scream.
I know every reason.
In my head, I'm always screaming.
Because everything is too much.
Nothing is real, and everything is real.
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