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Face Swollen,
Warm Tears Falling Down,
From The Words You Always Say,
Not The Best Of Them.
You Have The Right To Worry,
But You Have No Right To Insult Me.
I Know That You Don't Mean To,
Hey, I've Got My Share Of Faults Too.
But Let Me Say,
If You Don't Know How To Express Your Mind,
Then It's Best You Don't At All.
I Know You Want To Know Our Things,
We're Your Daughters Afterall.
You Have Every Right To Worry.
But Have You Ever Stopped And Wonder,
Why Is It 'We',
My Sister And I,
Hardly Tell You Things?
Have You Ever Realize The Tone You Speak In Sometimes?
That Hint Of Doubt,
Those Words That Pierce?
Have You Ever Realized That You Don't Know How To Express Things?
And I'm Ever So Afraid To Speak Back.
Because I Don't Want To Disrespect You.
I Don't Want To Feed Your Anger.
So, That's Why I Keep Silent.
That's Why I Resort To The Damn Internet.
It's The World I Can Escape To.
I Can Sink Easily, Fit Wherever I Want...
And It May Be Wrong...
But You Never Taught Me How To Live Right...
Damn... I Can Barely See The Damn Screen...

Hey... I Love You Too... Dad.