You keep your heart in a shell
Hoping that no one can tell
Of the terrible choices you made
But it all went to hell
The ringer's sounding the bell
As your throat comes to feel, this sharp blade
The noises all swell
From whisper to yell
And the calm in the crowd starts to fade
The crowds sanity fell
Yet i still wish you well
For the silence, your poor life, did you trade.............
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