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Painting Trees
My silence proved you wrong
You think you've got me figured out
Like a deaf man hearing songs
I’m everything against your doubt
Like a blind man painting trees
I’m everything you think I’m not
Being me is my disease
You told me once but I forgot
So speak again against my will
I’d like to know what's in your head
Knowing me is not your skill
I hear what you have left unsaid
So doubt me more and hope I drown
Pretend as if you understand
Hope that one day I'll fall down
So watch me close; watch me stand
