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You can shut me out...
I don't know anything--
I forgot to care.
Oh, no, I didn't.
It's in your face and you're hating to be loved
you're hating that you can't run
Nobody wants to be known
but we're all crying we're alone--
don't you hate it when I'm right?
Call you on your fuck-ups and the squalor of your kiss-ups
and won't let you cover that bruise with makeup,
and scream that I should shut up
but I'm not done.
Afraid to run back,
holding out for a face slap
my flesh knows ways to sear yours,
I could hate you but I won't
you don't wanna be known
and you're crying 'cause you're alone.