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There's something better wrong with you.

I can only hear the whispers of words said. 
I can only feel the judgment of hurt and resent.

I don't know who I am or who I'm meant to be with.

I don't know where I am or how I'm meant to fit in.

There's sun on my legs and it's kissing my arms,

But not one little piece will make its way to my heart.

There's too much to think with nothing to say.

I can't pass another day this way.

I want to be here and further away.

This is one of the longest days.

Show me how to behave and where to sit.

Show me how to be better than this.