Look at me I stand here as the tears start to fall I'm listening to you With my ear against the wall If you could only speak a little lowder I might be able to hear Instead I hear muffled whispers Knowing it's coming from your mouth I hold this sound so dear Almost as if I could read your mind and listen to you speak Your words and thoughts don't match I'm growing so weak Your lips might say you care for me so Inside you're screaming You hate me more than I know You should hate me I am eavesdroping on you But this is my habbit This is what I do I lay in bed with my ear pressed against the wall You can't see this barrier though It's not visable at all Even I have to close my eyes I have to close my eyes and then cry In order to hear exactly what you think Or exactly what you say But your words are muffled darling.... Like every other day
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