I hear you! I hear you!
I know what you say.
You say I am useless,
That I can not belong.
I'm not like the "real people."
I don't speak. I have nothing to say.
Not that you'd hear if I did.
I hear you! I hear you!
Though I wish I could not.
Each word is a knife through my heart.
I'm broken, I'm tragic.
A car accident.
In hushed tones you whisper,
You assume I don't know.
But I listen! I listen!
I listen all day.
It's all that I have, me with nothing to say.
Not sure how to tell you
Yes, yes, I am here.
But I am, I can hear you,
And I know what you say.
I know what you say.
You say I am useless,
That I can not belong.
I'm not like the "real people."
I don't speak. I have nothing to say.
Not that you'd hear if I did.
I hear you! I hear you!
Though I wish I could not.
Each word is a knife through my heart.
I'm broken, I'm tragic.
A car accident.
In hushed tones you whisper,
You assume I don't know.
But I listen! I listen!
I listen all day.
It's all that I have, me with nothing to say.
Not sure how to tell you
Yes, yes, I am here.
But I am, I can hear you,
And I know what you say.
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