They meet me. Let me talk, sure. They may hear me, but do they listen?
They judge me, interpret me. Bend me, break me. Yet don’t even know me.
Interest fades, one day i’ll be known. But now? I’m left. Again.
They judge me, interpret me. Bend me, break me. Yet don’t even know me.
Interest fades, one day i’ll be known. But now? I’m left. Again.
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