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And you're sitting alone, your hands to your mouth
with your nails bitten down
and you're grinding your teeth
and you're desperately trying to tell yourself, "nobody sees."

They're all passing you by with their hands in their pockets
oh, you try, but can't stop it,
and it cuts, disarray,
and you're getting all choked but you can't make yourself look away.

And you're talking with your hands,
oh, God, can you sell it,
but you keep it locked up.

And you talk through closed teeth,
swear you've got it planned out,
you're turning outside-in.

As if pulled underneath,
you've been cut from your strings,
you've lost all control,
as if swallowed whole.
Last edited by unicornicopia at Nov 28, 2012,