This throat's been dry for years.
These lungs still scream for air.
And slamming door and breaking glass
can't cover up the tears.
These words mean nothing.
But nothing changes,
and in five more years,
we still won't be heard.
I'm still screaming
These lungs still scream for air.
And slamming door and breaking glass
can't cover up the tears.
These words mean nothing.
But nothing changes,
and in five more years,
we still won't be heard.
I'm still screaming
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