Itīs just like you to contest you wear it like a label on your breast donīt you see what this takes of me? A certain callousness complies with your charm & in your pride a hopeful look draped in despise.
I want to give you whatever you need. What is it you need? Is it what I need? I want to give you whatever you need. What is it you need? Is it within me?
Itīs hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you. Itīs hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped into you. Thereīs got to be something that would be worthwhile for me to give to you. We need a connection but you seem to push me far away from you.
From you, from you
The harder I push the further I fall. Well you donīt mind me being headstrong. But you donīt want to sing along. Maybe itīs trite but I can always be wrong Try not to be wrong. Be wrong, be wrong Try not to be Try not to be Try not to be Try not to be wrong
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