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Don’t know if these are tears, or sweat, or just water dripping down my face
So cold, alone, awkward. Just out of place.
Reaching out for help, but nowhere feels safe.
Hands full of hair, heart full of pain
I bet the neighbors know my pain.
Can’t sleep, dreams, nightmares of you so I’m up at night.
Always proclaimed you were the truth, but all you told were lies
My laughter is agony, so it’s really just my cries
Thought you were different, you’re just the same
I bet the neighbors know my pain.
You made me smile, so beautiful, so bright. Happy. Content.
I still smile, but it’s crooked, weird, awkwardly bent.
All my love currency is now spent.
Do you have any change?
I bet the neighbors know my pain…
—Taneasha Na’Shae