Would you please allow me turn off your music?
These thoughts are piercing me straight through the bones.
Why must we be on opposite sides of the room,
Opposite sides of our minds all the time?
Why won't you look me in the eyes and listen?
Why won't you spill your mind to me?
Why must we adhere to adherent walls, that drive us away?
They always force me to the opposite side of the room.
I'm lost for words in all of these thoughts.
I'm a freak. You're a freak. What does that mean?
If God is speaking, when will we hear-
When we break through these walls to which we adhere?
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