You don't get it, do you. You have no idea how much I don't want to go home. You have no idea how much I want to leave. I can't stay here anymore. I can't go there either. But no. You're too busy living in your own little world to see how painful mine has become for me.
So I bite my tongue and smile through the tears. And you never look close enough so see exactly how miserable I am.
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you at least have a listening ear...
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