Laying on my bed
Staring at the ceiling
I hate this feeling
I'm too down for words
This rollercoaster ride
Called You and I
Is wearing me out
You highlight my doubt
When you shut me out
Tell me what you need
Maybe I can help you out
I'm here for you
And always will be
Why won't you talk to me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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