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I'm not very good with wordsAt least not the ones that come out of my mouthWhen you're around meBut I have a talent for writing downMy thoughts and my frames of what surrounds meIt doesn't matter now what you give, I'll never be satisfiedIt kills me not to let you in, but I have no explanation whyI want moreIt doesn't matter now what you give, I'll never be satisfiedIt kills me not to let you in, but I have no explanation whyThe saddest most truthful eyes, and still I seem toPut all the blame, blaming it on youThe world's most devious lie and still I seem toPut all my trust, blaming it on youIt doesn't matter now what you give, I'll never be satisfiedIt kills me not to let you in, but I have no explanation whyIt doesn't matter now what you give, I'll never be satisfiedIt kills me not to let you in, but I have no explanation whyI want more From Letras Mania