No One's Favorite Person
Alone in the dark
Silence louder than a crowd of a thousand people
Screaming out loud, but no one can hear
Because no one is around at all
Tears that start from the eyes eventually dry up
And turn into blood
A never-ending fog too dense to see through
When calling out brings back nothing but echoes in return
The voices inside becoming the only company
The life of being someone
Who is no one’s favorite person
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