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It ain't you
I'm sitting wondering,
what Have I got to lose
you're sitting home discovering,
what is it you're trying to win
and we're both confused about different things
and we both tell each other that
it's me not you, so
don't worry about a thing
We both spend time alone
to have a cry
and we both feel weak succumbing to a feeling
that isn't quite defined, yet still remains inside
We are both confused at each other's reaction
and we both don't get why the other can't see
that is isn't you, it's me
My war is with the rejections
of the past
you're war is with the presence of a future
and it is the only thing we have no idea about
when we can talk about so many other things assured
And we can both spend hours hanging on each other's words
Tried to cancel the flowers I sent so you would
feel stronger, but as with many things,
my timing couldn't be wronger (?)
and the reminder went to you, I hoped it didn't get to you
I'm remembering what it was like to feel helpless,
and you're feeling very hopeless,
and we both don't get it
that we both are having the same fears,
and it's killing any of the joy we've managed to
earn within each of the other's chest.
I'm hiding all of your gifts to me so I
won't get too attached.
You're hiding from all of my letters
because you're feeling attacked.
And we both
claim love, and say we mean it,
it ain't you, it's me
we repeat constantly,
It ain't you ain't you, it's me
©1993 Cabco Art in Motion®/Cathe Boudreau
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