What a Tangent
How could you ask me how I am?
When you don’t care or give a damn?
Trying to appear as kind as could be
Everyone’s impressed except for me
Why do you even try to imagine
That I even like you, what a tangent!
You stoop right down to the lowest act
Since you think it’s proper, since you think it’s tact
If only for once you’d speak the truth
But I guess you just need a touch of vermouth
Following through is what I look at
It may be selfish, I may be a brat!
You think you could tell me where to go
But there’s a lot more you don’t know
You can’t feel emotion so rare and so true
There is not a way you could see me thru
Although you played keeper and stayed
The stay was too short and you strayed
There was not a way to solve question
Some things which you said I can’t mention
So, I became very afraid
It felt like my home did you raid
But now it seems I’m secure
To keep you out so I’ll endure
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