When the smoke clears we laugh about the shedding of our tears.
When the dust settles we cry about the happiness of others
and the happiness of you.
I won't be plagued by you, no
I can't be plagued by you, the torment that you put me through.
In my young years I knew before anyone that you might not see me
In a different view, like another side of you.
I won't be plagued by you, no
I can't be plagued by you, the torment that you put me through.
We are never silent, forever violent.
You won't listen to me, listen to the words I have to say.

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