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Not Really
"What's on your plate?"
"What makes you ask?"
"You seem so far away tonight."
I couldn't know any better
I look distant when my eyes get heavy
"Just a little dust from a nap."
"It seems like a bit more than that."
"You can't assume unless you've accepted defeat."
"I can't accept what you've done so far."
I wouldn't apologize this day
I'm a little too hazed to know my directions
And then again
"So why let her do this to you?"
"You need to realize that this situation burns,
I let her do these things because I don't know...
I just don't know how to react."
"It's not hard to tell what pain your shoving aside."
"I'm only obvious when I really need another's help."
They could've shaken my hand and just walked away
But now I'm sitting under a wooden desk,
as close to the speaker as I can be
"You can do better. You can always improve."
"It's not about improvement, it's about what I feel."
"Sure, sure, my friend. And what is it that you feel?"
"I'd tell you if you weren't mocking me."
Was there a point to this place?
Or was it set in stone for others to run into
"So you're up for grabs and down for the count,
do you have any idea what hangs above you?"
"I couldn't care less had I tried to before."
"You're truly pathetic and you can't handle the stride."
"..."
"You want another hit?"
"..Not really."
