What is it coming to? This place we call safe has not proven itself to be.
This action performed by one has shaken four others and thrown us off for the rest of the year.
Where is this person now? What are they doing? Are they in okay?
My head is filled with these questions.
My mind races for and answer so I don't look like an ass.
It's better to tell, no, don't betray them.
You're safe here, no there's a pair of scissors in the room, and it's cutting some flesh.
You can trust the environment, no there's blood and it's fresh.
How do you feel, I don't know.
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