Something filled up my heart with nothing,
someone told me not to cry.
But now that I'm older and my heart is colder
I can see that it's a lie.
If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little gods causing rain storms,
turning every good thing to rust.
Better look out below!
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