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Current mood: frustrated
Category: Writing and Poetry


So, I was left thinkin' of how you're always there for me, and
I know you think you really mean it when you say that you care,
but all I hear is how you think it's ok to say the things that are on your mind.
So, tell me really do you think that you care? Really? Well then allow me to share.

I just don't understand how you
could say the things you say to me the way you do.
I just don't know the reason why,
but I already can tell that I should just say goodbye.
I really want to work this out,
but you don't seem to know just what I'm talkin' about.
I want to let you know right now,
but I just don't know quite how.

You said you loved me, but just what does that love mean?
'Cause I don't want the love they say you should have in magazines.
That doesn't mean that I don't want it to be perfect.
All it means is that I want it to be worth it,
and maybe mix in a few arguments
because it only makes the lovin' extra passionate.

I just don't understand how you
could say the things you say to me the way you do.
I just don't know the reason why,
but I already can tell that I should just say goodbye.
I really want to work this out,
but you don't seem to know just what I'm talkin' about.
I want to let you know right now,
but I just don't know quite how.

But when I say I want to argue that doesn't mean you tear me down. No.
Don't you lie to my face, then degrade my whole race.
How could let all this hate escape past your lips?
Why would you even think it's ok for a second to say I can't pave my own way?
No, I don't need your help I'm fine all by myself.

Yet again I turn to you, and I don't know what to do.

I just don't understand how you
could say the things you say to me the way you do.
I just don't know the reason why,
but I already can tell that I should just say goodbye.
I really want to work this out,
but you don't seem to know just what I'm talkin' about.
I want to let you know right now,
but I just don't know quite how.

So this is it. It's over now. This whole thing buried in the ground.
I'm not here to change you. It's time for me to rearrange my life,
and you can't be a part. Though you're still dear to my heart.
I just can't take much more of this. I just can't play this part.
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