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Phone booth
I'm in a phone booth; it's raining outside, cold
Dying in my head are the last few sunrays
We have no recollections of things gone by
We only have this minute we call life
I've been hiding here for days, all alone
Bones freezing, heart turning into silent ice
We've been screaming ever since we got here
But it seems no one is hearing or listening
Crack the skull to reveal the hidden lives
Rain beats harder but the phone is dead
I've buried you now, it wasn't easy
Nothing ever is, rule one in a phone booth
I could go home if only I knew where to go
We've been running from light that tore the dark
We are inflicting wounds on barely healed scars
It's the blood we've been living for
The phone rings but the line is dead
And no one would answer that terrible truth