She tells me "I love you,"
And I say, "You don't even know me."
She holds my hand and tells me she'd like to get to know me then
And I think, "Ah, fuck. Here we go again."
I keep telling her, "Not now. Let me figure out what I want and who I am."
But she keeps saying she doesn't care, she's adament on making me hers
She keeps complimenting me
And it's come to point where I don't know what to do
I'd like to commit because I'm tired of all the games
If someone's interested then I'll be honest and give them a chance
If I give her a chance
Maybe it'll turn into something beautiful
Or it'll end up leaving us blue
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Can I Say Goodbye?
PoetryI'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodby...
