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What do you want from me?

What can't you find?

You only see what you want

you're so blind.



I open myself

but you don't care.

The only thing you do

is just sit and stare.



I should be leaving,

but I'm still here.

For many reasons,

still unclear.



I know you won't listen

So why are you here?

I know you're afraid to be alone

but don't know what do you fear?

My time of day

that's what you steal.

The last thing on your mind

Is how I feel.



You talk about your day

It's never good.

You see all the bad things, ha,

Of course you would.



While you complain

I think it can't be that bad.

I see now that my life

has been greatly had.



I should be leaving,

but I'm still here.

For many reasons,

still unclear.



I know you won't listen

So why are you here?

I know you're afraid to be alone

but don't know what do you fear?

Again, my time of day

You had to steal.

But what's not on your mind

Is how I feel.



It's finally over

I had to leave you behind.

Now that I have your attention

I'm giving you a little piece of my mind.



Now you know you don't listen

and don't know why your here.

You see you're afraid to be alone

I'm what you fear.

Now my time of day

You will never steal.

Now all that's on your mind

Is how I feel.