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Enough About Me

Enough about me

   That’s honestly enough about me and what I am going through

I want to know about you

   I really do

I want to know what you think is true

   And if you feel the color blue

I want to know how you feel in traffic

    Or if silence makes you panic

I want to know what makes you tick

    And what kind of smells make you sick

I want to know what gives you the ick

   And I want to know your opinions on this damn government 

Tell me what makes you angry

   And what kind of food you crave when your hungry 

  Or what you long for when your horny 

I want to know how you feel about money

   And what’s your opinions about the current state of comedy

Tell me what you feel

   And tell me what you dream about

And tell me what your idea of glory is

   Let me see you

Stop hiding all the good stuff from everyone

   Open up

Take down a mask

   And let me see you

Let me see what’s true

   Let me look into your eyes when you spin your lies

Let me feel how you see yourself

    Let me feel that

Tell me what grabs you

   Tell me what you like to learn

Tell me what pulls you

    Let me feel your soul

Let me see you get old

   And let me see you get young again

Tell me all of your sins

   And what you really think of living 

Tell me about every minute you’ve been awake

    And drown me with all of your mistakes

Please . . . someone

      

. . . Anyone . . .


Tell me about you . . .

   

Show me the side that you love to hide from everyone else. 


CH 12/9/24

 
 
 

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