It's just the way I am.
I don't mean to wander off,
I think it's my genetics.
I really want to listen ,
and look straight into your eyes.
But then I see the clouds,
Those darn floating clouds.
I wish I could explain it,
and change the way I tick.
So I could just sit and
listen to everyone's chatter.
and let you know you matter
You do, you really do..
But those clouds keep creeping in.
It's not my fault
I'm sorry...
I truly do apologize.
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