Why is it that I feel weak?
Why I want to be able to not be affected
By what you say or how you act?
Why is it that when you speak I cling on every word?
In the vain hope I may get some subtextual meaning of love.
Its absurd.
You make me feel happy.
Happy and content, and not sad.
But then you make me mad and just angry.
We live two separate lives,
And I can’t seem to appreciate that you might be busy.
I’m lonely.
And why is that I am waiting for you?
And not the other way around?!
And not the other way around?!
You make me blue.
And grey, and black and yellow and white.
I am affected by you.
By what you say and how you act.
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