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| Epiphany | By Me. |
| Your words to me, just a whisper. Your faces so unlear. I try to pay attention. Your words just disappear. |
So I speak to you in riddles, because my words get in my way. I smoke the whole thing to my head, and feel it wash away. Because I can't take anymore of this. I want to come apart. |
| -Or dig myself alittle hole, inside your precious heart. Cause its always raining in my head, forget all the things I should have said. |
I am nothing more than a little boy inside. That cries out for attention. Though I always try to hide. And I talk to you like children. |
| But I don't know how I feel. But I know I'll do the right thing. If the right thing is revealed. |
And its always raining in my head -forget all the things I should have said |
