You heard me, but I didn't speak. I gave you my mind, left it out where you would see.
You took it, you gave it back to me,
and left the page as blank as you
think it ought
to be.
The eraser left a hole in the sheet where my words used to be.
There's nothing left but
what I wanted, all of the nothing of it.
Your words, they do not match your smile.
You took it, you gave it back to me,
and left the page as blank as you
think it ought
to be.
The eraser left a hole in the sheet where my words used to be.
There's nothing left but
what I wanted, all of the nothing of it.
Your words, they do not match your smile.
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