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Can’t Figure

I can’t really figure,

Why I said the things I said,

Not that I didn’t want you to know,

About the things that make me, me.

I can’t really figure,

Why does it matter so much,

Not that I don’t want it to affect me,

But you knew this is what makes me, me.

I can’t really figure,

Why do I get myself into situations,

Not that I regret anything,

But if you knew that it makes me, me,

Would you do it all over again?

 
 
 

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