In this silent suicide, is there any other kind?
"I don't know would you please explain?"
Living a mid-suburbian dream
They all hide, they're crying
Gun in hand, don't make a stain tonite.
In this artificial ending
I will never wake up from this sleep
Smears across they're paper masks
All fake smiles, All fake laughs
Pretend to be someone else
'Straight A
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