One way or another, she needs to clear her mind
She needs to sit and think, if I am hers to find
One way or another, I know not when or how
I need to know which way, to turn please tell me now
One way or another, I know she may be late
But I will stay right here, just sit and ponder wait
The day of truth will come, the happy or the sad
Til then I'll stand my ground, I'm still her friend I'm glad
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