You ask someone about love, and they’ll tell you about heartbreak
You say what you gave, and they'll care about what you did take
You can bow down to them, and they’ll count the seconds you stand
You can give someone your arm, and they’ll be mad you didn’t give them your other hand
You can give someone your all, and they’ll still let you fall
You can tell someone what’s wrong, and they’ll tell you what is right
Sometimes I want to die and I worry if you’ll cry
You can tell someone you relapsed, and they’ll hate you for breaking
It’s like I’m a leaf and you just won’t stop raking
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