Do you think I'm talking to you?
Could the tension in your stare
Be a song of understanding, a cry
For love, for help, for a hand to hold
Feeling the blood run down your arm
But never letting it touch my own, grasping
For anything that will make me laugh
Its all true, isn't it?
Like hundreds of voices, a choir of absurdity
Ringing through right under my fingernails
But just as your blood spills on the ground
And our eyes click together like we know they can
I know right then and there
Silence will always be our greatest weakness
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