on my loneliest day on this earth not a single voice could be heard.
the saddest landscape ive seen is the one that had no trees.
everyday i spend on earth is another day that someones hurt.
in my dreams im pulling out teeth, asking things i shouldnt be.
laughing at jokes no ones heard, crying through all these lost words.
now not a single voice could be heard, not a single voice.
over the top of my own, i cant be the better man this time.
how much hate can one heart harbour?
i close my eyes and catch a glimpse of the sun.

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