Sometimes I sit and wonder exactly how and why
the things that seem so clear to me, just pass all others by.
They say they understand me and agree with what I say;
but talk is cheap and actions speak at the close of a long long day.
Why take the time to tell someone that you know just how they feel
when deep down inside you have to know that this is just not real.
Is it really necessary to play these games, they're such a waste of time;
for feelings if they are not true, are just not worth a dime.
Each day you try to start anew and hope that things will change;
you pick yourself up, dust yourself off and your thoughts you rearrange.
Maybe today will be the day that the one you search you'll find;
because you know that he is out there in the wanderings of your mind.
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