People ask me why I do what I do
I guess that my answers are all to true
because later that day, they get all blue
and sad and mad, and I do, too.
People ask me if I'm okay
Why do they ask me everyday?
Its not like I don't want to play
Its only that I don't have a say.
People ask me why I don't like forever
Why my ties I always do sever
Why, with life, I never endeavor
Well I guess that you can never say never.
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