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ring the bells
tell the whole world
to that people at home
people who are sad
who are alone
to bring joy
into the lives of pain
but you will never see
the happiness isn't for everybody
oh to die
to end the pain
we hide these things
to bring joy to others
how could things that are nothing alike
be so much the same
like a smile, and pain
joy, and depression
laughter, and tears
one brings the other
they go hand in hand
the smell of you is deadly
the feel of your skin, intoxicating
the sight of you is like looking into the sun
to hear your voice, like music
its all too painful
and to know I'm not there
to be surrounded by people
to be covered by you
and I feel so alone
like I'm not even there
but when you look
and speak to me
not with me, to me
It's like I never want to leave
you like a new red bull
with you I can fly
but you will go away
and the pain will be back
and I will hear your voice
feel your skin
smell you
see you
and the pain cuts me down
the best romantic is silent
they are at a loss for words
there is no tender kiss
no comforting hug
for even the greatest love
can only be spread so far
I love things in numbers
and all I see is three