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My hands
Come together
And I draw in the breath through my teeth
Your curt shots
Sarcastic remarks
Come so often
Theyre never sincere

Darker amusement sets in
Thats the problem
Youre saying something and my eyes
Open wider
And we grin and we stare at the floor
Your jokes missed
Your hands grow to fists
And your lips purse
Expecting the worst
With every word
Thats how it started
Thats the problem
And after were done
I can still feel your eyes on my forehead
And after were done
I can still feel the pain in my free time