Each only sees their own pain
Never step into the others eyes.
I'm watching it all, feeling the strain,
There's no more tracks but you can't stop a freight train.
Even if they spoke the same language, there in different dialects,
From different worlds, like orange and purple,
The result is never good.
If you could sink any lower than where you are,
You might find a saving grace,
But then again, no...
Its not fair that you can't see that you never had a prayer to start with,
When its so completely obvious.
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