I couldn't do this one so I just went str8 from tha dome
Answers?
My questions speak volumes to your deaf ears
You don't answer because you know not of that things you speak
However I cry, I cry because my insides bleed when I think of you
My heart fails to push blood through my veins when my eyes see you
Once I realize your presence my breath stops cold
I can't help it you make me sick
I can't fathom the answers that float through your rattling brain
What were you thinking when you made me
How could you possibly think that you know what's best for me
When you can't even answer the simple questions that matter
My questions speak volumes to your open ears
And yet you have no answers
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