Behind Closed Doors,
You don't see the tears I cry,
The cuts I make,
or how much I try.
Behind Closed Doors,
You don't hear my screamo music,
My laughter fade,
or my voice losing it.
Behind Closed Doors,
You don't taste your tongue on mine,
How close we are to love,
or how easily you blow my mind.
Behind Closed Doors,
You don't feel any love for me,
Especially the love I give towards us,
or do you?
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