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You can't see me through the sheet of glass
I could type a smiley and you wouldn't know
I could bend my words with an exclamation,
I could change a font and it wouldn't show.
How many indicators should I leak?
An away message you sing along to, despite the words,
An open journal I know you read
How many descriptions, dictions, fictions to show my hurts?
But you would look at the smiley
And you would sing along
And I would pretend to oppsie doops,
To avoid turning off your happy song.
We are separated by the screen
We are separated by space,
If you were here you'd be wonderful,
Feelings of steel would turn to lace.
We are separated by the screen
And a false sense of 'us'
No need to plan getting together,
No muss... no fuss... no 'us'.