They died forever ago
but their shaodws still remain
Nothing looks any different
but nothing's the same
Outside we all look all right
but there are missing pieces of our hearts somewhere
Everywhere to people who want to know
No where for people who don't want to care
The faces are gone
but the names are still here
Their voices repeating in our heads
However far or near
We're dying inside
but there's no real pain
The thought is what keeps us here
keeps us going, keeps us sane
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