I see you looking,
I see you staring,
I see you glaring,
I see you guessing.
Can you see me standing?
Can you see me sitting?
Can you see me smiling?
Can you see me crying?
Do I look like I'm begging?
Do I look like I'm asking?
For what?
Do I look like I'm suffering?
Do I look like I'm dying?
From what?
Can you turn it down,
My sight is turning deaf,
The sharpness echoing through town.
I can see you churn theft.
I can't deny,
Because there is a lie,
Then the other is dry,
A truth that cannot die.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC
I see you looking,
I see you staring,
I see you glaring,
I see you guessing.
Can you see me standing?
Can you see me sitting?
Can you see me smiling?
Can you see me crying?
Do I look like I'm begging?
Do I look like I'm asking?
For what?
Do I look like I'm suffering?
Do I look like I'm dying?
From what?
Can you turn it down,
My sight is turning deaf,
The sharpness echoing through town.
I can see you churn theft.
I can't deny,
Because there is a lie,
Then the other is dry,
A truth that cannot die.
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