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I suppose the time will come
Aid it in the coming
When the Bird will crowd the Tree
And the Bee be booming.

I suppose the time will come
Hinder it a little
When the Corn in Silk will dress
And in Chintz the Apple

I believe the Day will be
When the Jay will giggle
At his new white House the Earth
That, too, halt a little—

Don't look at me now because I can't stand to see what's in your eyes.

Don't tell me you love me because all that is is another way to say I hate you.

Don't say I'm not trying to help this because you're to selfish to see how much this is hurting me,
because you won't let yourself hear the things I've left unsaid .

You're too busy spitting acid to see how much it burns.

You're blind to the scars you've left me because you think I put them there to hurt you.

Don't tell me I'm trying to hurt you because all I want to do is save you from the hurt inside my head because some days I'd rather be dead
     but I keep on living so you won't hurt the way I hurt,
so you won't know how it feels to lose me like I've lost myself.

Don't tell me I'm angry with you because you don't know half of it
     you don't know the fire you have fueled
Because sometimes I get so angry that I decide it's better to take it out on my wrists so you won't feel the burn of your own acid spit

So you won't know how it feels for your insides to be eaten away  

And you won't know how it feels to have nothing but hate in your heart

And you won't know how it feels to spend every day regretting every decision you've ever made

So don't look at me with your kaleidoscope eyes and your mouth spilling lies and tell me you love me.