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Stubborn simple seeds (the score is not tied) That won't break dirt (I'm tired of losing) I've found that their life (but in my mind) Is one of less hurt (I've found I'm winning) In a shallow grave, birthplace Their concepts of green leaves are not colored Standing upright stalks (the walls are closing in) Wither like we (like they tend to) So I'll make a case to gray my eyes (but I've been here) and dig a hole to sleep Because I would rather sleep in solitary Than wear your face But I will not find A safer place to rest (this is my spree) My eyes are already (now I can't find) Accustomed to color (a way to see me) As stupid as it seems I've only dealt in dreams And I won't walk with you on streets Remember, you only count when I'm asleep (I will be stone) From Letras Mania