Why shouting , why yelling
You only see my dress but not my chest
why screaming , why breaking your voice
You only see the tears but not what produces the tears

I'm embattled with the sun on my head
Deep inside , I'm freezing
Dying , Crying

I busted into tears when I feel punch in the gut
When I'm alone
I cry inside
I'm just a mocking bird perching on the three.
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