death
In the crowded room I cannot see
and the room steals my breath
theres a casket in the corner
this is way to close to death
flowers perfume the air
but sadness is all i see
you can cut the grief that feels the room
theres a fog lingering over me
everyone is whispering
I can't hear a thing
The organ music is pounding
I wish this were a dream
Things are moving in slow motion
I really want to scream
and it scares me that tomorrow
will never be the same
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