The Truth Behind The Misunderstood

Listen to my words, listen to my cries,

You are right in front of me and yet you leave me here in such a woeful time.

My words can tell you what's wrong and how they can be fixed,

But all you do is shrug and walk off and say I'm the one that misinterpreted.

So many tears I could cry, so many hateful words i could say,

You look me straight in the eyes and slowly fade away.

How can you expect me to tell you how I really feel,

When all you do is run from the truth and pretend this isn't real?

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