Let My Lack of a Voice Be Heard
Could it be that you're finally starting to rub off on me?
Is it you who's turned me into this fake smiling face;
this girl out of place...
[what a waste.]
Your eyes are so much kinder when viewed from a distance-
the closer you get, the more I regret my lack of resistance.
And moving on seemed like such a great plan- but plans change
when famliar words are exchanged and I find myself behind closed
doors doing things we all know I've done before; like...
losing the ability to say 'no.'
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