I’m gonna jump the walls and run I wonder if they’ll miss me? I won’t miss them The cemetery is my home I want to be a part of it Invisible even to the night Then I’ll read poetry to the stones Maybe one day I could be one of them… Wise and silent Waiting for someone to love me Waiting for someone to kiss me I’m eighteen years old And I feel it’s already too late to live Don’t you?
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