Perhaps it never crossed your mind...
That I may need some of your time...
Without me having to ask or implore...
Seeming so needy can be such a bore...
I do my best to not ask too much...
Especially if I can not feel your touch...
Too many things I can not say...
Nor will I, much to my dismay...
So when I grow distant and cold...
Never let it be said you were not told...
Sometimes I can not express my needs...
And once again it is my heart that bleeds....
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