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Sweet talking to the ear,

They all say the same thing.



Maybe in the morning,

If it was another time,

I'd listen to what you have to say.



But that time never comes,

The sun never rises,

And they never see me standing there.



Me; the quiet kid patiently waiting.



Here I wait once more.

It’s the same story each night,

They say they care,

They say they pay attention,

But I can see through the games,

I can see through the lies.



There ignoring what I’m saying

Throwing away what I’m sharing.



And people ask why I don't talk,

Its cause there’s no one that cares.



It’s all smoke and mirror,

Pretend to read,

Pretend to understand,

Pretend to care.



And it’s just me standing here.

Alone once more,

Knocking door to door.



Waiting for the one man,

The one smiling face,

That keeps the door open long enough,

To actually listen to what I have to say.