Listen to no voice
When I look at you, my eyes tend to speak.
The sadness that my heart may keep,
through my tears the sorrow will leak.
Not to waste a spoken word, a broken soul
not to be heard.
My voice cannot explain, the hurt inside is
pain.
Nothing would I gain. You would only say
I'm insane.
I'm left with not a thing to say, for fear
that you may go away.
With this in mind, when I begin to cry,
hand me a tissue and never mind.
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