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deaf hands and bruised ears

It's a white-walled day
Not made for honesty

I'm never alone
I'm alone all the time
Loneliness is my only friend
So why wont the phone stop ringing?

There's a madness
In your voice
It smells like desperation
A bruising tone on my ears

Don't tell me why he left you
We're all a little bit mental
My cheeks blood-bitten
With the secrets
We never promised to keep
 
Because I don't know how to be here
When I'm already gone
Tired of talking
Into your deaf hands
And expecting them to shine

(C) Indie Adams 2014
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published
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