
I wish I knew what was going through your mind
Maybe I wouldnโt feel like the problem
Itโs not just about me, this goes both ways
But I have no choice and I assume when I get no replies
I tired, but I canโt get through you
I wanted to be there for youโฆ
But you process your thoughts alone and thatโs fine
But I couldnโt be the only one always trying
Categories: poetry
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