Language of Pain

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Deterioration and decay
The ashes lay scattered in your eyes
Decomposition and degeneration 
There is agony in your cries

Cover and cloak
Quickly rebuild your facade
Cracked and crooked
Hide away what makes you feel like a fraud

Lies spilling from your lips
Stuff me up with your deceit
The language of the human soul in pain
Thinking wearing a mask in life means defeat

Why do you cry in the dark of your room?
Why do you turn your head down to the floor?
Why are you so trapped in this idea of doom?
Why do you tuck away everything in your core?

The words we talk, the things we say
A dialect of deflecting pain
The vocabulary of pretending we are okay
When will it go away?

The language of our world today
Words describing feelings we can not describe
Whispers of softness that only the moon hears
Sentences that we use to hide what is inside

If only you found your voice
If only you could scream
If only you had a choice
Instead of pretending life is a dream

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