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Sometimes I am too cold and I regret it.
In your eyes I see that it hurts you.
And I want to undo things and erase me.

Other times I want more and I don't say it
Afraid you'll think I'm being a fool.
So I keep it closed inside me.

At times I am sure you must hate me
for behaving in such childish ways
And I hate you for affecting me.

Most times things are really good
and I wish I told you more often
how thankful you make me feel.