The Difference
You wouldn't know to think it,
You could hardly tell it's there,
It's as silent and incessant
As another person's stare.
And all this time you're wanting
That thing to call your own,
It's wanting that makes it valuable
Yet your life you'll disown
Would you see it any different,
If you saw it through my eyes?
Or would it seem the same to you
You're so confused by lies
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