I don’t want to compete with you.
I don’t want to step on your toes.
I do want to talk with you.
And I do want to understand you.
But how can I, if you refuse to speak with me.
Why do your friends criticize me physically?
I’m not trying to win a popularity contest
I find contentment in the friends I have kept
You wear me out.
What do you really want?
Just please tell me.
Once and for all.
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