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You want me to talk
to death ears
and hollow eyes.

You want me to show emotions
to labeling words
and judging eyes.

You want me to smell roses
from thorny hands
and lying eyes.

You want me to walk, hand in hand,
with dominating feet
and aggressive eyes.

You want me to taste love
with bitter actions
and deceitful eyes.

You want me to waltz in music
with seductive hands
and forceful eyes.

You want me to know him
through deafened ears
and blinded eyes.

You want me to move on
without clutching heartache
and tainted eyes.

You want me for your puppet
to pull strings...
as I concede.