If I were a child, id say your good at playing pretend
But when, when will the game end?
Your not deaf, I know you hear me
Damn it, all I wanted was you near me
Your not blind, so I know you see me waiting,
wait, wait, wait, that is all I do
But I do it, ill always do it for you
And I know you can speak,
Because every word you say, makes me feel weak
No more playing, be real
You think your mature, so be a man, say how you feel
Sometimes I want to not love you, why must you put
me in that position?
Things could be different all you have to do is listen…
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