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Sep 2012
You talk
I don't listen
You wanna walk
You have my permission

You don't own me
You don't make my rules
I am free
Not one of your fools

I don't hear the words
Coming out of your mouth
You speak in herds
And you're heading south

When you speak
My ears go numb
I don't hear a squeak
Not even an um

I wish you would disappear
Just leave today
Because in the end
The less I hear
The less you say
Written in July 2012
Lily Mayfield
Written by
Lily Mayfield
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