Books speak of forgiveness
They all preach the same
But as I walk these empty streets
...stop hurting me...
Where no one knows me
And no one cares
Who will forgive me?
...stop hurting me...
But as I walk these empty streets
Where no one dares to tread
And I hear so many crying in the night
...stop hurting me...
And no one wants to know the past
Who will forgive them that live behind
These glowing windows
Yellow jack-o-lantern eyes glaring in darkened houses
...stop hurting me...
Cigarette burns and tears on a stained pillow
Betrayed by ones so close
Fear and anger and sorrow and bewilderment
All rain down from above
...stop hurting me...
Like feathers shed by a bird
That has seen the places they will never see.
And as I walk these empty streets
Where the moon is my only companion
Where darkness is my only friend
Where silence is my only joy
I think about these lives that no one knows
And no one wants
...stop hurting me...
Can't you hear the screams?
...stop hurting me...
...stop hurting me...
...stop hurting me...
...stop hurting me...
...stop hurting me...
...stop hurting me...
...stop hurting me...
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