why do i build up feelings
that i'm not sure exist
i shouldn't insist
i've made up my vacillate mind
i don't understand
how you can be so indecisively cruel
i question if you care
for my well being, or if this
is just an illusion to
fill temporary satisfaction
it's all a distraction
to the rest of my life -
my life revolves around
my all-too-caring heart
i don't understand
how you can be so indecisively cruel
but why should i expect
you to make up your mind
when i can't make up mine
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