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When you look at me what do you see? Do you see the sorrows that I feel, do you think they're just temporary? You must be an extreme visionary, To use your imagination to assume our issues will be resolved without even talking, without even questioning The frustration in me still resides and do not disappear, by any reckoning Talk about it, be about it, what matters is consistency Im sure with half the things i say you feel as though i'm a hypocrite, i just never feel like you are listening to me A man can be be deaf and blind And can still open his mind And see what's in front of him and think for a second That “ i may be taking everything for granted “ Escaping life with an “addiction” Escaping us, the end, would be anyone's prediction
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
The Pain
When you look at me what do you see? Do you see the sorrows that I feel, do you think they're just temporary? You must be an extreme visionary, To use your imagination to assume our issues will be resolved without even talking, without even questioning The frustration in me still resides and do not disappear, by any reckoning Talk about it, be about it, what matters is consistency Im sure with half the things i say you feel as though i'm a hypocrite, i just never feel like you are listening to me A man can be be deaf and blind And can still open his mind And see what's in front of him and think for a second That “ i may be taking everything for granted “ Escaping life with an “addiction” Escaping us, the end, would be anyone's prediction
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
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