why don't you communicate with me
is it that i just don't let things be
why doesn't your version of making the most of the day
include any care for what i might have to say
why do you make me guess
don't you know my tendency to think of me as less
why are we unknown all our lives
sometimes it feels like the souls not alive
why compare me to those you knew before
what is that makes you search for more
why am i left with loose ties
is it to be spared playing a game of lies?
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