I told you to talk to me when you wanted,
My loneliness is flaunted,
So I'll stick to broken words from a man
who expresses feeling better than I can,
Anguish from life's hand
voluntary silence is something I cannot stand,
My eyes will be haunted, because of something I wanted
yet knew would never come.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
I told you to talk to me when you wanted,
My loneliness is flaunted,
So I'll stick to broken words from a man
who expresses feeling better than I can,
Anguish from life's hand
voluntary silence is something I cannot stand,
My eyes will be haunted, because of something I wanted
yet knew would never come.
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