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I used to look in your eyes looking for hope.

I used to listen to the sound of your voice to figure out my next move.

Now I only look in  the mirror when I want to see a pair of eyes full of hope. 

Now, I listen to the words screaming from the paper as I write them down telling me which way to go.

And when I’m not enough, I pray. 

Your eyes, your voice, your touch...

Don’t mean a thing to me anymore. 

It’s all gone with  your deceitful acts.