Once before, Almost had it but you slipped away from me.
What's it like, can you tell me? What's it like to belong.
Can't for the life of me make any sense when talking to you,
I don't know if I'm cursed or there's a shred in my heart,
But believe me when I say I'm afraid.
I don't admit to weakness, in fear you'll think of me less,
I won't deny this truth though, I can't simply do as you' think.
I can't speak what I am, girl's a language I can't learn,
I can't tell you what's there, in a broken heart,
I can't show you the more to me there is making me misunderstood,
Lonely, is what I am most the time.
Oh deary me...I really am bored!
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