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Prodding voices empty a smile
Feign a laugh, it takes a while
A song I wrote, but cannot sing
Because silence is deafening

Misophonia permeates me
And dysphoria enervates me

I want to be held, but never felt
A written verb for spoken word

Tapping
Tapping on the counter
Don�t want to be here anymore
Hurry up, enough of this
I just want to be alone
To quiet my head
Back to my friends
They loved me more
In season four

I am assured through prying eyes
That no one falls for harmless lies
Heard the laughter from the walls
I know that I�m the one at fault

I want to be held, but never felt
A written verb for spoken word

Tell me that I�m ever sane
My heart in pools of the rain
Dripping from the void I made
When life is but a masquerade
This time that always seems to fade
The debt of breath I slowly pay
Striations of time that clearly say
�Your death is but a day away�

I want to be held, but never felt
A written verb for spoken word
Can�t take this anymore
Let me sleep