| Sometimes the way you look at me makes me want to run and hide. But to run and hide would only be to let you win. Maybe I'm just confused. Confused because I'm not sure what you want from me. And though I want to, not sure if I could give you what you want. Sometimes, I take notes in my head.. the way you act, the things you say.. maybe after studying you, I would have a better idea of how to handle the situation. |
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