It's quiet
When we're mutes
The acts of an optimist
But some of us may never see the world
I hope the next time
You slit yours wrists, it's not for show
None of us are neccessary
None of us are neccessary
As soon as we're born
We begin to age, I can feel me dying
Reminisce of now
Reminisce of now, now
Until there's nothing left to do but die
Who amongst us would choose today
For but one thing alone?
The world turns
But we don't feel it
When we're mutes
The acts of an optimist
But some of us may never see the world
I hope the next time
You slit yours wrists, it's not for show
None of us are neccessary
None of us are neccessary
As soon as we're born
We begin to age, I can feel me dying
Reminisce of now
Reminisce of now, now
Until there's nothing left to do but die
Who amongst us would choose today
For but one thing alone?
The world turns
But we don't feel it
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