All that's there,
is what you see,
there's nothing deeper than the surface of me.
I'm a book with blank pages,
Like a song without words.

But you don't care do you?
That you made me this way.
Cutting me up like the ends that you fray.
dead thoughts and dreams linger in the air,
But you don't care,
its you who put them there.

Love without passion,
Lust without want.
You see the hurt on my face,
yet you continue to taunt.
Beaten and broken,
by words that weren't there.
You left me confused,
Broke me down with your stare.

Your eyes are blackened by the anger inside,
Like a glass mirror,you've shattered all my pride.
I'm empty like the the bottle that lays clutched in my hand.
And as much as I want you too,
you'll never understand.



 
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