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[docmarten]

well she's kind of like an artist...sitting on the floor.
she never finishes, she abandones. she never shows a soul.

and she's kind of like a movie...that everyone rushes to see.
but no one understands it. sitting in their seats.

she opens her mouth to speak, but what comes out is a mystery.
she's thought about, but not understood. she's aching to be.

well i've been aching for a while now myself. i've been aching for years.

she closes her mouth to speak, and she closes her eyes to see.
she's thought about, misunderstood. she's aching to be.

well she's kind of like a poet...that finds it hard to speak.
the words come so slowly. like the colors on her sheets.

and she's kind of like an artist...that uses paints, no more.
she never shows you what she's doing. she never shows a soul.

but i saw one of your pictures, and there was nothing that i could see.
no one's on your canvas. and i'm aching to be.

she closes her mouth to speak, and she closes her eyes to see.
she's thought about, but not ever loved. she's aching to be.

she's just like me.