Coming Around

Why do things turn out this way?

I wish I knew what to say

Every time I see your face

I’m a basket case



Why do you do this to me?

I don’t know what it is I see

Every time you come around

I seem to hit the ground



What am I to do now?

There has to be a way somehow

For you to understand

That our feelings are the same

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