So much time you have taken to write, your better side
But what to write now when there’s nothing left to hide
The things you told me are enough to understand
Pretty enough, to know you and what you think
So no use to pretend now and no use to give me your hand
I know what you’ve been through and what’s on your mind
I wonder why at peculiar times you are giving me smiles and acting so kind
You don’t have to be, what you are not
Your involvedness is hard to know, but
That’s how my craziness is defined
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