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You thought I couldn't hear you, in the next room over Body limp with nightmares Pale and crippled With memories You think I couldn't see your agony, your feeble flails Hear your searing cries But all your happy words, your Empty eyes betrayed Your frantic Masquerade You never could let them see just how vulnerable You really were In your bedroom's prison comfort You made red On your arms, your thighs Where you thought nobody would see You tailspin, shatter. And still you kept your head high Couldn't let them see you cry You looked sad when you thought nobody was watching I knew what that meant, But somehow I thought it would get better What else could I do? By morning you were gone And I was numb and drowning I guess it's how you felt. I understand. I'm sorry.
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Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
Vulnerable
You thought I couldn't hear you, in the next room over Body limp with nightmares Pale and crippled With memories You think I couldn't see your agony, your feeble flails Hear your searing cries But all your happy words, your Empty eyes betrayed Your frantic Masquerade You never could let them see just how vulnerable You really were In your bedroom's prison comfort You made red On your arms, your thighs Where you thought nobody would see You tailspin, shatter. And still you kept your head high Couldn't let them see you cry You looked sad when you thought nobody was watching I knew what that meant, But somehow I thought it would get better What else could I do? By morning you were gone And I was numb and drowning I guess it's how you felt. I understand. I'm sorry.
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Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
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