To a friend,
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All I ever seem to ask you is why?
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And all you ever seem to respond with,
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Are vague and distant answers.
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You scare me.
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Because the more you seem to open up,
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the more you get closed off.
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you need somebody to talk to,
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you've made that quite clear.
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Yet any time we try and help,
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you push us away.
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And it's infuriating.
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It hurts to watch you distance yourself,
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And it hurts more to know,
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That you know exactly what you're doing.
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You know you're doing something to us,
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And many times,
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I think that you're just looking for a reaction.
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But we still love you,
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~Sincerely Yours.
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Letters to a Poker-Faced "Friend"
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