Is there anyone out there
Can anyone here me
Words lost in the darkness of comotion
Runnin, spinnin, gettin through the day
Nobody sees anybody anymore
Hearts pour out to strangers passing by
Glances are all the time our souls have to spare
Jumpin, jogging, thought to fleeting thought
Thinking is a novelty of the past
Freud had too much time on his hands
Just blame it on the mother
Stabbing, hurting pain seeps through the soul
Everyone has it so just deal
Everyone knows it isn't real
Take pill, who needs to feel
Is there anyone out there
Can anyone hear me
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