Do you know what it's like
    to walk the walk of the dead?
To wish that for a few sweet moments

    you could be someone else instead.
To think and hope and dream
    yet still feel numb inside
To look into a mirror, at your own eyes,
    and not know what they hide
To feel a pain so sharp and deep
    yet know that it is forever, your burden to keep?

Do you know what it's like 
    to walk the walk of the dead,
To smile on the outside
    while the tears on the inside refuse to end,
To see the face of the people you trust
    and know that the friendship is bound to end,
To wish for nothing more than control
    so with one movement you let the blood roll,
To feel a foreign presence deep in my soul
    and wish that God would make you whole.
To want to cry but not know how
    because crying is something which you cannot allow?


I know what it's like
    to walk to walk of the dead.
To look into you eyes now,

    and wish that you could know

To understand that it only works to hide,
    and pray that soon the day will come when I die.

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Love Always, Nicole