Between us, there's a wall.
On my side, there's an empty hall,
Where I scream and cry.
Then I die, and die, and die.
I'm pleading on my knees,
Fighting the frosty breeze,
Begging for your aid,
Like a poor maid.
The wall seems so reasonably thin,
But you can't hear: "Let me in, let me in."
You just simply don't care,
Which is so awfully...
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