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Away.

You’re lucky I hide
How much you make me
Want to scream.
You’re lucky I don’t tell you
Every dreadful thought
I have in my head
You’re so lucky—
So lucky—
Not to know
Exactly how I feel
About you.

Because if you did
You’d hate me forever.
Because if you did
You’d fight with me
On my views
And say I wasn’t fair,
Say I was unreasonable.

But whose fault is it,
Really,
That I feel that way,
That you make me feel
That way,
About you?
Whose?
Hm,
I wonder....

Not me,
That’s for
Sure.





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