| These are the hardest four years of my life
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| They walk right by me heads turned with closed eyes
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| They don’t even see me
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| At night in my house I’m still all alone
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| This is not a home
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| They don’t even see me
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| The scars on my body, they don’t even bleed
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| I never do this for me
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| The scars on my body, they don’t even bleed
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| I only do this for you to see
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| How am I supposed to, to see through your eyes?
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| When you never saw the stars were falling at your feet?
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| Is it a song? |
| Is that what they need?
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| For so long I’ve tried to get them to hear me
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| Picking and stabbing, their words feel like knives
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| Tearing and ripping the seams of my life
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| I’ve tried to convince them
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| Their words hurt like stones
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| I just wish they’d leave me alone
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| I am on my knees
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| I need you to hear me
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| I am on my knees
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| Hear me, please
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| How am I supposed to, to hear what you hear? |
| (Hear you say)
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| When you never heard the sound of our glass hearts breaking
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| With every tick of the clock when you are
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| Gone!
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| (How am I supposed to, to see through your eyes?)
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| I know what you’ve been through
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| This hell was my life
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| You have to keep pushing
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| I’ve seen through your eyes
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| Your days are like pages
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| The chapters unread
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| You have to keep turning
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| Your book has no end |