You ask why I do these things I cannot respond to that You ask me what pleasure it brings But still a response I lack You offer me the world In return for one little thing But still I cannot seem To find the help I need Why does it seem so hard To swallow my foolish pride Do I not have the courage? Can I not find the strength to try?Birth sign: Capricorn
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