Mad in a way, but I don't say.
It's what you're used to.
I got the words but cant convey.
I know you'll turn it all around,
Cause that's the rhythms that you go through
Get it back and you're not obliged to say,
Not intact but you're better off anyway.
Somehow it's never up to me.
What if I would say?
Simple words I can't relate.
I dont place upon your view,
It's the rythms that you go though.

I know what I want,
You just take me through the motions.
I know what I want,
And thats more than you can say.

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