Trying To Silence a Warrior
Ever want to die on the outside,
Because you're hurting so bad from within?
Is it not your fault?
Did you, or did you not sin
We start to feel so small,
Right when we were getting used to being tall.
We grin on the outside,
But on the in,
Each breath a slow death.
We can feel when our lungs collapse,
From these terrible feelings within
Are they our fault,
Did we sin?
Will we ever win?
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