We could be beautiful together
If you chose to make it so
But you don't think
Don't think about me
I could hate the moon
And laugh at the stars
And walk the streets confused
And you still won't think about me
I could die among the thieves
Or lie and cheat and bruise
And cry a million tears
But you won't think of me
While my chest pounds and beats
And the children are asleep
And though I still chose to breathe
You will never think of me.
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