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When will I feel enough 

When will I be enough

Your self gratification is lustful

I pretend I don't know

Why am I so unhappy 

Why do I choose to turn a blind eye

I continue to to die a little more inside 

waiting for you to see 

waiting for you to feel 

waiting for you to notice the way I feel

I'm all alone

Surrounded by the way you make me feel