There is nothing to me. There is nothing though there was a time I had felt
elation before all sensation died.
I cannot breathe. I can't deny that I've been feigning, for you, every vital
sign defied.
This means nothing to me. This means nothing so spare me the lies. I deny you
sympathy just as I have been denied.
I cannot breathe. I can't deny that I've been faking, for you, every sign of
life.
I died for the last lie, and the heartbreak for the first time, I could not
take til I made you cry.
This is what you taught me. This is what you taught - and I learned well - to
recognize that feeling easily can be dispelled.
Show your wounds I'm bored with mine. Nothing is new.
Don't despair I rarely cry.
Oh my dear please dry your eyes. Who could harm you? To hurt you is to be
despised, as I'd love to.
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