why you always ask me
what can i give to you
every time you talk to me
yesterday i was about to
but i hesitated long enough
that i run out of time, you're gone
would i be like that again
i hate doing it, it pains me
but i feel as if you don't want
yes, you don't want to talk
about anything else...
besides what can i do for you
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