Your Words

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Sitting here in the dark
I hear all of your barks
Your words are icy cold
And I'll do as I am told

I wish you heard me before
Through the closed door
Your words cut like a knife
As you talk about my life

As I hear you feet behind my door
All I want is no more
Your words hit me like a brick
And they'll forever stick

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