hear
Oh when you speak it feels like screeching in my ear
When you get angry i would cower in fear
But that made me angry no it made me swell up with vial
But only if i can see with your eyes
Do you have the same reasons as me or is it just your despise
Was there something i did forever up the line
Was there whispers in your ears squawking that i did revolting things
Or where you keeping a record with all the little things
But i can not see with your eyes or hear what you hear
Think what you think or remember how you remember
But i do know what i know and see what i see and
hear what i hear
I know the pain that i feel
I know the monster in my eyes but
When you speak it still feels like screeching in my ear
I no longer, will never cower in fear
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