suspended between glass and wire
I suppose it's a funny way to "talk"
but then again, we never did talk anyways
the manufactured words
cutting more deeply than any knife
how did your thumbs know
the right words to say
to break my heart
when did i become nothing more than
to you
when did my pain become your pleasure
when did "i love you"
turn into nothing more than
when did love become nothing
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