I watch your eyes; there's a sadness to them. I wonder why. I want to know & I have a feeling I'll always want to. I want to save you, but I need to stop it. It's not my place & it'll probably come across wrong. I have a tendency to do that; try to help & just make people hate me in the process.
You intrigue me. Who you are, the way your mind works.. I want to pick it. What are you thinking? Who are you really? I wonder what you think about in your spare time. Weird? Perhaps. Why won't you let me in?
They'll wonder what I'm doing. They'll assume my intentions & it'll bring me down, but I'll keep trying. Their opinions mean nothing to me, though I quite enjoy their company. They will whisper & they will talk, but it won't get to me. This is much, much better.
Eventually, I'll understand you. I know I shouldn't, but I know I will. A certainty I will still attempt to fight.
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