Would you tell me who I am?
Or can your lips tell lies
Do you utter words about me?
You can't, because you can't see.
Why have you been blind for so long
And never heard the sweet, soft song
You turned your back and walk away
You sailed far into a deep, quiet bay.
Why did I think you'd come back
And make up for the things in which you lacked
But there's a lot of things I know will see me through
I don't have to talk who I am to you.
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