Sitting in a crowded room
With this constant chatter
But may as well be a tomb

Bright despite the gloom
Bright eyed devil grows fatter
Sitting in a crowded room

Old clouds sit and loom
Fat raindrops pitter-patter
But may as well be a tomb

Nobody left to assume
Pretend it doesn’t matter
Sitting in a crowded room

Tick stops, tock goes zoom
My heart drops in a clatter
But may as well be a tomb

Silently wait to truly bloom
As nerves fray and tatter
Sitting in a crowded room
But may as well be a tomb

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