Screaming

You painted up my world
with words that made it blue-
and the least you ever gave me
was the most I ever knew.

And I know you see right through me
because the world gets in my way-
so what's the point of all this screaming?
nothing is changing anyway.

My voice is fading small,
I’m hiding from the things I know-
my mother loved my father
because she had nowhere to go.

I loved your lips against my skin,
I know you tried so hard to reach me-
you almost had me believing in you,
but life has lived to more than teach me.

And I wonder where these dreams went
after the world got in our way-
so what's the point in all this screaming?
you're not listening anyway.
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