What shall I do?

What shall I say?

When I undoubtedly feel this way.

You make me wonder, you make me sway; it all feels like I have no say.

Life is good.

Life is pleasant.

I ask only that my heart isn’t reticent.

Your absence leaves me plummeting.

What shall I do?

What shall I say?

Desperation is not my customary way.

Should I walk? Should I stray?

Or should I just live in dismay?

 

 

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