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Broken
I
wish that someone
Could understand
That I'm not what I seem to be
Though I have many friends, I am no one's friend
That's not how they think of me.
Who
can know
Who understands
That I'm not what I seem to be?
If I could create a hundred thoughts,
Would you give a thought to me?
And
if a thought
What then, no more?
Am I not who you thought I'd be?
If I could create a thousand dreams
Would then you dream of me?
And
if a dream
What then, my friend?
Is that what I'll always be?
If I could write ten thousand songs
Would then you sing for me?
Oh
understand,
Must I always plead
Through thoughts and songs and dreams?
If I cry a hundred thousand tears
Would you cry one for me?
<Sigh>
I must go
Good bye my friends
One thought before I leave.
I gave you tears and songs and dreams
But what gave you to me?
© Harley
Harley
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