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Jul 27, 2006 22:47

You try, you fail
You make a bad impression
I cry, you fail
A Sticky situation
I know you know
It’s your infatuation
Some things move slow
With determination
You ask, you pry
It’s your desolation
You wonder why?

I am me
I don’t foresee any resolution
You won’t agree
Unfavorable reception
I know I need
Out of this attrition
Do you hear me?
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