The way that you see me.
But I can't trust the things you say,
You've taught me to not believe.
I'm waiting for you to change your mind,
To call me on a Monday.
And say things in me that you can't find,
To stop doing this role play.
You seem so sure in what you want,
I'm almost about to cave.
But then I remember your last stunt,
And it's myself that I must save.
Because I'm sick of being sad,
Of my mood depending on you.
Please prove me wrong, make me glad
For not giving up on you.
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