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I am letting the telephone ringcause I don't want to know why
I don't want to hear you explain
I don't want to hear you cry
I have written so much about youso much I thought I knewwords like water used to flownow what could I possibly have to say?she is someone I don't even knowand all the things that you've given to me
I see now were simply reparationsthey were gifts of your guiltthey were my preparation
I know I should be maturekeep my feet on the floorbut for some reason,I just don't want them anymore
I know this shouldn't be importantcompared to you and Ibut I can still hear my questionsand I can still hear you
I can still hear youlienow vicariously I have her in me
I want to peel off my skinlet the water wash inyou always said that I was hidingthat I was hiding from youbut you are capable of things I could not doyou are capable of things I could not do
I remember how you pretendedhow you pretended to touch me
I remember how I couldn't bring myself to believe
I remember wondering,what was wrongwhat was wronghow could I be so naivehow could I be so naive?
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