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You don’t make sense to me
You don’t make sense to me.
You say all the right things when they are easy to say,
and lose it when it really counts.
You can go and go and go, never missing a beat
and then suddenly explode.
I never see it coming.
You don’t make sense to me.
In the moment you can’t stop yourself.
When you speak in love one moment,
you touch in anger the next.
You are a total contradiction, and I can’t grasp your intentions.
You want to love, and you do.
You don’t want to hate, but you do.
And your hands wring with anger, and your jaw clenches with rage.
And everything you read leaves your mind when you need it most.
And you pray. And you pray. And you pray.
But you still are who you are.
Angry.
Me, you don’t make sense to me.
