Unspoken words leave me cold.
Hypocritical attitudes make me confused.
What makes your head go round?
How can anyone see your view of things
if you refuse to see theirs?
So, you're quietly laughing at me.
How will I know what makes you laugh
if you are filled with unspoken words?
Need I change the bull back into a dog
and teach it to speak?
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