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I look and see past his eyes.

I no longer know his feelings.

There isn't a doubt in my mind,

that he can't see my heart bleeding.



He says so many things,

it's almost believable to me.

I hear so many lies...

my heart continues to bleed.



I know I see right through him,

he's so transparent like the sky.

I ask myself repeatedly,

"How can I live with this? and Why?"



I can see right through you.

You don't mean a thing.

The clouds have all drifted away now...

you are just..acting.