Unseen
To whom it may concern/ your presence burn my soul/ and your voice takes a toll on my actions/ expecting to give satisfaction in my every move/ but still i chose the wrong motions/ and im hoping you catch these difficult hints/ but then again/ where would we go from there/ im in here/ and your out there/ and our stares never seem to run parallel/ oh well/ i guess thats an excuss i can use/ for wallowing in these jailhouse blues/ that seems to sooth nothing but nothings/ say something goddammit/ i handle this silence like a professional/ confessing though im in denial/ they say god bless a child that got his own/ well nothing belongs to me/ not even my thoughts of u.
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