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We Could Have Died.
written by AthiestAnarchist04:20 PM 12/23/04We sit on the street corner
No one even stops
I check my watch
Almost forty-five minuites past eight
We're so cold, we are so full of hate
My body starts to shake
I can't even fake
We look around, a cop car is pulling up
He just keeps driving, doesn't even look up.
I want to go and sit in the snow
It is just more cold
I would freeze and my body would shut down
My mind has come unwound.
The two girls dressed in black
Nobody cares enough about us to look back.
Just because of the way we dressed, we could have died.
We could have died that night, but yet, it woudn't have crossed many people's minds.
It's so unfair.
Because of who we are and how we dress, people don't care.
It's so hard to even bare.
In small towns like this, I could be shot to death or ripped apart by a bear.
Still, no one would care.
I'm freezing...wheezing
I am not noticed.
This is so bogas.
It shouldn't matter how we dress.
You should still offer to help us out of a mess.
The dead aren't forgotton...
It is the forgotton who are dead. |
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