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Do I really need this money
as this job shall be, the death of me.
But I think that's what I really want,
when I think subconsciously.
Now such a thought I think
a thought I think much oftenly.
A thought I think is killing me
I thought I washed my hands of this
I thought I washed them worthily.
Why have things come back to this

For it gives me quite the splendid rush,
when I feel that inviting touch.
There's tapping on my shoulder,
I turn around to say, "Hello,"
but by then the feeling's over.
Why was it here, if just to go?
When it knows it could've said hello.
When it knows it could've said, "Hello,"
Why did still it, decide that it will go.
When it knows I want it so.

Not so much stalking me
more so much watching me.
Gazing with amazing
so abrasing, curiosity.
It could come by.
It could say, "Hi."
Instead it just sits right there.
While I yell back, "You know, it's not polite to stare."
Always makes me kind of,
kind of wonder why.
I kind of wonder why
of to it am thoughtless wonder I.

Right there is where
is where it sits right there.
Staring at me
It looks so happy
While I taunt it
While it knows I want it.
As it's embrace came close soon.
Right when I thought that we would meld
Right as we were about to blend us two
was right when it.
When it withheld.

I thought it knew I wanted it,
I thought it knew I loved it.
That thought I know I want it.
That thought of thinking of it.
The thought that is now growing.
The thought that is now showing.
My thought it's endless knowing
My thought now where's it going

As quickly as it's come
it's already gone away.
What is it that it's telling me?
What's it that it's trying to say?
Maybe it's trying to let me know,
that while my behavior might seem so,
it isn't quite yet
and not quite right yet
but still I might yet.
though even so
and even though
it's not yet quite my time to go.

When I say goodbye .
My last goodbye to my friend
There it is,
there it is again
Like a customer, who walks into a store.
One who doesn't buy a thing,
but the next day comes on back for more.
It knows it's not my answer
and it tells me such
It knows that it can steer me
If I'm willing much

I don't think I want this,
even while I want this.
More so I want something different
and that is what it's offer is.
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