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My pain is a song that no one hears

Yet it moves my outworn soul to tears

Agony drips from every verse

Each of the notes is well rehearsed

I'm drowning in a siren's voice

Coffined by crescending noise

There is no dignity in death

There's no salvation in wrath

And pride is mere a mask to hide behind

Hide your woe, oppressor of your mind

The matter of my thoughts drags me down

Into the chasm of my mind

Like a drawing in a mirror's scape

There is no lie I could find

My heart is a canvas paint it grey

Or paint it blue, let hope prevail

Sprinkle it with love and joy

Or portray me as the cowards toy

There's no color on my mind

Please sculpture me cause I am blind

Ache is just a metaphor

For the moments we abhore

Love, a craving imminence

Fragile seems what we adore

Death may numb you to the core

But spreads the plague of sadness forth

Deep in my whomb

I feel it grow

Ache is just a metaphor

For the moments we abhore

Love, a craving imminence

Fragile seems what we adore

There is no color on my mind

There is no pride, no mask to hide behind