Broken...
Thrown into a state of disarray or confusion
And I ask you politely; don't walk all over me because I am soft spoken
And please don't laugh at my comfort ability in seclusion
I tend to be stoic and isolated
I dream of the day I can be more like you
The root of your ambivalence is from being frustrated
But please try not to make me so blue
I have been absent for many moons
Simply stifled by bad news
So lets dissuade our differences and listen to some good tunes
And just let me be your clown to amuse
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