Through the eyes and ears of the lonely
The cries of the oppressed
Sits me

Hearing your heart break into two
Cringing against the cruel laughter
Lies me

Listening to the music in your head
Dancing to the beat of a different drum
Smiles me

Watching you in bed, moaning and crying
He slaps you, I hear his demands
Cries me

Holding you from your fears
Opening my heart to yours
Stays me
Sits Me
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