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The Dead Birds

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Everything seems like a blur
It flickers in my eye
You were the air
I couldn't breathe
You were the wind
That made me believe
That something was real

You eat my thoughts
You make me dream
Of demonic
Pictures
In my head
You make hurt
Deep inside
You make me hard
And cold
Frozen

I will always remember
The lack of your voice
Why don't you speak
Why don't you ever talk
Why don't you talk to me
Why won't you talk to me
Why won't you talk to me
Why won't you speak
Why won't you ever talk to me
Why won't you ever talk
Why won't you talk

Why do you ignore me