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Jan 2010
Look into my eyes, what do you see?
Do you see nothing, or do you see me?
Of course you see nothing cause you’re never there,
You can't tell by my voice if I am crying or scared,
And I am sick of this game and I want it to end,
Of all of my life meeting you I’d suspend,
So I wouldn't be able to feel the pain,
Of wanting to drown as I walk in the rain,
Cause you know it's not him it's always been you,
You hate him so much but you hate yourself to,
And you cry for so long that you can't even speak,
And then curse you again for being so weak,
But you will still melt in his arms you will stay,
And then the next morning regret the last day,
And you'll pray you don't see what you already seen,
So you'll hide your thoughts away from what’s already been,
But still you will love him with all of your heart,
Cause hate and love you can't tell apart.
Written by
Sam Guthrie
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   Sarina K Cassell
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