Noah

Just Talk to Me Instead

Unfamiliar with who to trust and how

I'm called upon by negligence

I raise a slight brow

My open wounds start to breathe

My open heart begins to bleed

Why cant they see

What talking over this voice does to me


Trash blowing in the wind

I never knew I played the part

I didn't think there were others

Secretly tearing my soul apart


They gawk and they watch

Yet learn from my squawks

I feel their eyes peeling

The fucking hawks

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