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You leave me pondering, darling
Why, of all things,
You have only chosen
To make my heart your doormat
Just for a moment with you,
My days I would gladly trade
For an eternity of brooding.
Can you see the mess you've made?
Though you suffocate me
With your deathly scorn
I still can hardly breathe
Whenever you're gone
Heads over heels;
I'd walk wires for you.
Like making mountains out of no hillsĀ
I question my love for you.