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You ask your intruding questions
With a gleam of hope apparent in the eyes They tell me what you're thinking That it's me you secretly despise The suspicion that I might be different Is almost too much for you to bear But still you grill me for information Claiming it's because you care Fear is dripping from the words You use to pry into my life They cut deep into my flesh Like incisions from a knife Question after question You manage to rapid fire I've got no choice but to tell the truth I'm not a very good liar So when I answer with all nods It's to the ground you fall Clutching your heart at the knowledge That your daughter isn't straight after all
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