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Am I to blame,

Have I not been cold enough 

Have I made you take 

My name in vain ,

Have I been too giving, 

Too soft, 

Too mothering. 

Have I seperated myself, 

From the women you look at 

In a certain way.

I feel like a fool

I feel like a moron for trusting you, 

Like I am stood waiting 

For the very last train -

But it has already missed

And nobodys cared to say.

My palms are empty, 

I have nothing to show for my sadness

And I almost wish  I were angry 

Because then I'd still feel the madness

Instead of this numbness 

And silence in the air.

I wanted to be taken seriously, 

And this just isn't fair.