You hear my words
But don’t get the meaning
You hear my jokes
But don’t understand them
You see the surface because I allow you to see
Never scratching below the layers of me
I sit and silently watch
Without being observed
My earphones in
Apparently absorbed in my world
I see... I watch all the time because
I can tell by watching if you are evil, good or worth knowing
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