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4/24/2006 11:58 am

You look at me and say you see
When really you are blind
The one you see just isn’t me
You’ve ignored that over time
You look at me and say the things
You think I want to hear
You ask me my intentions
And I tell them loud and clear
You say to choose, to make a choice
You want me to be me
But deep inside what you really want
Is someone I can’t see
So to make a choice
To have your wish
Will only cause you pain
And where would we be left
When our choices have been made?

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