Mimi, cry in the room just like mine
As we look into each other's eyes
I see she feels my pain, knows my heart
Through she never speaks, she always listens.
How I hate when Mimi cries.
But she sheds her tears for me
Her face becomes blotchy red so mine will not.
I get distracted and look past her
All the things in her room are in mine
As far as I can see when Mimi cries.
I only see her over the bureau
And beyond that is the wall and nothing else.
There is no way in and now way out.
She is trapped somewhere in that space.
Perhaps that is why I always see Mimi cry.
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