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They call me a survivor,

For I escaped that awful fate.

I had run out of the building,

Before it was too late.


Thy call me a survivor,

And tell me to move on.

But without a sense of purpose,

My life is simply gone.


They call me a survivor,

'Cuz I'm just another name.

Although I wish and pray it would,

Life can never be the same.


They say I'm a survivor,

Though I can't say  I agree

For my soul is numb with sadness,

And I feel like a zombie.


So I'll go through all the motions,

And live life as was before.

Though I cannot help but wonder,

What it is I'm living for.