In the end you need to stand by
Who it's right to stand beside
And hold your mouth when the tension presides
And the voices get tight
To refocus your eyes

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There are things that I wish I could tell you
I could list them but
I know what they are and
The problem is that
You don't

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I don't really care either way
It's not something I'm looking for
I just could, I suppose
Or continue the way I've been
I'd be fine either way
With or without
One to call my own
Perfectly content to listen to
Stories
And tell ones that defer
From the subject at hand

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We're sipping miso soup
We all give in to forks
We're chattering away and
This lifts me up and up
To trail my fingers through the sky and
Leaves me anxious for
Next time

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It takes everything I have not to cry
When it comes to thinking about saying goodbye
I won't do it here
I won't do it there
I'll find a way to give hugs without holding on
To people I've already started to love
Just some
But those special some
Who I won't see
Come tomorrow