I listen.
I hear you.
You never knew I was there.
I begged you to look up, and you turned away. When I asked you to speak, you remained defiantly silent. When we met eyes, you took my hand. When our lips met... you stabbed me.
It's never like it was back then
When things were only things
And you and I weren't even friends
Before neither of us had wings
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