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Talking to you
Is like having words bounce back
Like nothing gets through
Like there was no point to it anyway
And you wouldn't get what it's like
To balance what was said
With the remnants
Have you tasted regret?
Bittersweet
Like wishful thinking of keeping words
Locked in storage
Trust isn't in just standing there
It's in acceptance
'Cause I'm not obligated to constancy
I have every right to change my mind
From moment to moment
And your disappointment isn't my problem
Your subtle disrespect for my existence
In your expectation of how I should be
And not in how I really am
This common tragedy
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