I'm not blind
I can see
I know you are busy
Scrutinizing me
I'm not deaf
I can hear
When you're talking
Behind me
I'm not senseless
I can feel
All the hate
I know it's real
I'm not dumb
I already know
You spread rumors
And call me a hoe
I'm not immune
You might not know
But I know death
It's coming on, slow
When it does reach me
I'll embrace it like an old friend
The pain isn't new to me
I won't pretend
I won't act like I care
I can't stay and play
I'm not asking you to be there
Just telling you that I'll be on my merry way…
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