It's just like you to contest
You wear it like a label on your breast
Don't 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?
It's hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you.
It's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped into you.
There's 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 don't mind me being headstrong.
But you don't want to sing along.
Maybe it's trite but I can always, always, always be wrong
Trying not to be . . .
Trying not to be wrong
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