Cloister, v.:

TITLE: Melodrama
BY: Sebastien Angelo
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Lots of people to talk to,
But nobody really understands.
Like being in a room full of birds;
They speak but all you hear is chirp.

Lots of people to spend time with,
But nobody's really with you.
Like walking on a weak wooden bridge;
You die alone in one wrong move.

Lots of people to lean on,
But nobody's willing to stay.
Like holding on to a rope of clay;
You hopelessly fall down to unknown.

Lots of people to believe in,
But nobody really deserves it.
Like crossing fingers for something great,
But you still end up low anyway.