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You say you know me, You don't know a **** thing. You say you can tell what I'm feeling Yet you often guess wrong. You say that I often lie Wrong, I don't tell the full truth You think you know me as your daughter But to me its like you are a stranger. You say I can come to you with anything Without saying a word of judgment Yet the times I have tried, you were oh so quick to judge You say you listen to the full story That you hear my silent screams But your smiles of plated gold Are nothing more than honeyed lies. Tears of sorrow are in truth tears of rage But its not like I can tell you You won't listen anyway. You always turn it around so that youre the victim. I do things to make you proud, I share things with you that I think are important But you brush them off, saying they're stupid. And now you wonder why I don't tell you anymore You wonder why I don't come to you anymore Why I don't share the important things Or tell you what I'm truly thinking and feeling. You think you know me Mother... But you truly don't know a **** thing.
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
You dont Know
You say you know me, You don't know a **** thing. You say you can tell what I'm feeling Yet you often guess wrong. You say that I often lie Wrong, I don't tell the full truth You think you know me as your daughter But to me its like you are a stranger. You say I can come to you with anything Without saying a word of judgment Yet the times I have tried, you were oh so quick to judge You say you listen to the full story That you hear my silent screams But your smiles of plated gold Are nothing more than honeyed lies. Tears of sorrow are in truth tears of rage But its not like I can tell you You won't listen anyway. You always turn it around so that youre the victim. I do things to make you proud, I share things with you that I think are important But you brush them off, saying they're stupid. And now you wonder why I don't tell you anymore You wonder why I don't come to you anymore Why I don't share the important things Or tell you what I'm truly thinking and feeling. You think you know me Mother... But you truly don't know a **** thing.
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daana
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
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