There's a puddle on my cheek
And its there because you won't speak
When you're silent, my mind runs more than it should
And it never makes up anything good
I try to see from your eyes
But that only makes me want to cry
I've lost my own eyes in a smog
I'm not sure of where to walk
I haven't heard anything from either ear
So far, no sign of direction is clear
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
There's a puddle on my cheek
And its there because you won't speak
When you're silent, my mind runs more than it should
And it never makes up anything good
I try to see from your eyes
But that only makes me want to cry
I've lost my own eyes in a smog
I'm not sure of where to walk
I haven't heard anything from either ear
So far, no sign of direction is clear
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