I See how it is


I see how it is
The way my voice drops to the floor
like invisible mist
nothing but a hiss
 to be explained with silence
I see how it is
the way you ignore everything that I say
stripping me of my guts at any chance 
I see it isnt real
to hope that we will ever
be on the same level
in your mind
But I stil cry 
When you speak to me
your voice full of crap
your eyes leading me on
Just another game
Just another day


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