Tell me, please tell me

Is it true?

So few things

Make me blue


But the more I think about it

The less certain I become

The more I look at you

The less convinced I am


The more I give

The more it takes away

The more I look at you

The more I want to turn away


Are we or are we not

Will we or will we not

Struggling to free myself

From your grasp


You smile

While I struggle

You go on your way

While I wilt like a sad flower

Let us know what you think

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