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This sucks
I suck
At unpredictable emotions
These are the sad bastard conditions
And certainly not what I would seem
To assume to see me say
Am I okay?
Drawing on the floor
Drawing in circles around the spots where you were
My memory is selective
I can't say I'm ever sure
I can't say my intentions are ever too pure
Tracking your steps like a detective

I guess you could call it a problem
What goes on inside my head
A ring of constant questions
Subtle hints at indiscretion
Keeping quiet but losing my voice instead

This sucks
I suck At documented emotions
And self-diagnosed conditions
Am I okay?

Drawing on the floor
Drawing in circles around the spots where you were
My memory is selective
I can't say I'm ever sure
I can't say my intentions are ever too pure
Tracking your steps like a detective