| I have nothing more to say to you,
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| Open your eyes,
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| Open your mind,
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| And maybe then I’ll consider conversing again
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| Open your eyes,
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| Open your mind.
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| There’s nothing I can give to you,
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| You’ll take it as it is, and turn it into a tragedy.
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| There’s no point trying to talk to me, words of glass will only cut my skin,
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| And there’s no room for scars here. |
| Words of glass will only cut my skin.
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| Pick up a thorn and frame it, so one day you will realise, your speech is a
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| privilege.
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| Loose it one day, and you will regret it.
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| Can you hear them scream? |