if you dont

i cannot see behind your eyes
in that hole inside your head
i cannot read between your lines
your gazes all seem dead
do not play your games with me
i do not want to play
for if i was to play you see,
i would beat you any day.
youve pushed my functions out of view
and ive tried so hard to deal
so i turn to things that i can do,
so like you; i can't feel.

The End

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