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Underneath
I asked you to look at me
 You did
 I said do you see me?
 I think “I wish”
 
 Your eyes stare at me
 I ask you “what do you see?”
 You say
 Wow, 
 you’re so pretty
 
 I push away from you,
 hide my face
 I want to run
 run from my hate
 Your eyes are burning into me
 so full of concern
 I’m lying to you 
 My heart… it hurts…
 
 I say “Look at me!!”
 You say you are
 I ask
 “Can you see
 my blackened heart?”
 
 You ask what’s wrong
 I breathe so deep
 You look 
 look at me 
 but you don’t
 you can’t see
 the person
 locked
 locked underneath
 
 Yeah, she’s so beautiful
 but tears are in her eyes
 Yeah, she’s amazing
 but still she cries
 Yeah she’s crazy
 and you wonder why
 she’s dying inside
 dying inside
 
 
 Yeah she loves you
 but she turns away
 Yeah she locks it up
 and causes you pain
 Yeah she would never hurt you
 intentionally
 but she does
 with things she cannot say
 could never say
 
 I ask you to look at me
 but you never really can
 you can never really see
 who I am 
 the person
 Locked
 buried
 so far underneath

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