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)
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