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its a poem...no really

When are you gonna come to?
Oh I heard that, please don’t wake me
I don’t blame you; I just do things by myself now
I couldn’t sleep; I wanted to take off running
If the phone rings tell em I’m not here
I guess I missed you yesterday
I hope you find someone who loves you
I hope you learned things from me
I’m not well I don’t blame you but I don’t excuse the method
I’m not quite well but I hope you’re happy