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SAD AND ALONE,
I WALK THE DREARY STREETS.
LOOKING FOR HOPE,
THAT I'M NOT IN DEFEAT.
THE WHISPERS THEY STOCK ME.
AND ARE FAR UNDER HEAD.
THEY'LL TORTURE YOUR MIND,
AND MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE DEAD.
THE WHISPERS GROW LOUDER,
THEY TURN INTO SCREAMS!
THEY'LL TORTURE YOUR MIND,
AND HAUNT YOUR DREAMS!
LIKE ASSASSINS OF THE MIND,
THEY LIVE TO KILL.
THE DEFEAT OF OTHERS,
IS WHAT GIVES THEM THEIR THRILL!
BUT WHEN I STAND UP,
AS STRONG AS A TYRANT.
I SHOUT OUT HIS NAME!
AND THE WHISPERS....
THEY'RE SILENT!





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