I slowly die inside
from all the times I've cried.
from all the times I've cried.
You look at me with you beautiful eyes,
you look right through me
like I was never alive.
you look right through me
like I was never alive.
I am invisible;
I always will be to you.
I always will be to you.
For some reason I knew
I would always be like this to you.
I would always be like this to you.
I wish you were missing me
like I was missing you.
like I was missing you.
But no matter what I do
I will always be dead to you.
I will always be dead to you.
Connor Ireland
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