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Jan 2010
Don't ask me to open my mouth, just so you can look inside and find the words I wasn't going to say.

I tell you I love you because I mean it, not because I've been told to,
and not because I feel any sort of pity.

Why do you say that,
that I can tell you anything,
when all you do is put me down for the words I let escape?
Every time I start to sing a song,
you start singing something completely different.
I sing out loud and clear,
but you sing louder than me.
Your voice is huge,
and I can't hear anything else.
You see me move my lips, but you can't seem to hear a sound.

I'll never sing again to you, if you just can't hear a sound.


Try looking around with a bit of clarity, see your surroundings with a head lacking such judgment.
Look through new eyes, I'd rid my head of sight entirely and let you see with mine, but sometimes my eyesight is just as bad as yours.
Devan McLain
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