I'm sorry you make me a fool.
That's who I am not.
You sing to me mute,
is why I think of what you'd say.
If I am a nice guy,
or someone that'll be a little different.
Unable to put her finger on yet,
still, passing by day by day with him.
So now here we are.
"How do you feel?" I ask.
She songs to me mute, I get.
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