Look into my eyes and you will see no sorrow
I’ve stuffed it in my shoe until tomorrow
Listen to my voice and you will hear no sadness
I’ve bagged it up and replaced it with gladness
Wipe my cheek and you will find no tears
I’ve bottled them up along with my fears
Push all my buttons and you will get no anger
I’ve slipped it in the pocket of a passing stranger
Pierce my heart but I feel no pain
I’ve left it outside to play in the rain
Bite my tongue but I taste no blood
When I bleed, I bleed mud
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
Look into my eyes and you will see no sorrow
I’ve stuffed it in my shoe until tomorrow
Listen to my voice and you will hear no sadness
I’ve bagged it up and replaced it with gladness
Wipe my cheek and you will find no tears
I’ve bottled them up along with my fears
Push all my buttons and you will get no anger
I’ve slipped it in the pocket of a passing stranger
Pierce my heart but I feel no pain
I’ve left it outside to play in the rain
Bite my tongue but I taste no blood
When I bleed, I bleed mud
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