You are afraid, no one cares,
no one knows.
Except me, I know when you
look, why would I tell.?
In seeing, what?
Tell me, please!
What do they see?
You see pictures when you
close your eyes.
I see you cry, after he pulled
the words from your lip, you
tried, you could not help it.
You, why resist? the cover turns
the page.You walk lazy inches,
while his feet cover you.
You told me, you know, I know..
now stop knowing to him.....
Their is nothing about a backward
dog you need to look in the mirror to
be, now you know, kick the dog to
the curb with those boots, he knows.
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