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If I knew

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I don't understand you
As well as i should
I don't understand you
How I wish I could

You mix his empty words
With crap you wish you heard
You know just what he does
He's shown you several times
yet somehow you sit there like a mime

Ive tried before
To make you mine
but you said just give it some time
I'm tired of waiting
I've spent too much time contemplating





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