What do you do when lonely turns to rage
Watching paint dry waiting on Sunday.
Wishing and dreaming of someday
You smile expecting good food
but silence kills the taste.
Everything feels half as good, half as fun
I feel half alive, but i feel,
so i suppose I must still be alive.
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