Give me my treasure.
Give me my prize.
Give me a sense of being alive.
Give me a day.
Give me a sign.
Give me the time, one of night.
But you refuse.
In your state of longing
I ask for the truth.
Instead, you give me morning.
What can I say that’s already been said?
The answer comes too late.
The horse is dead.
I ask for the truth.
You give me a lie.
I ask for a reason,
But you just deny.
I ask for my freedom,
But you turn away.
I ask you the question,
But you have nothing to say.
In your refusal,
In your state of longing,
I ask for your appraisal.
Instead you give me morning
What can I say that’s already been said?
The answer comes too late.
The horse is dead.

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This is about a boy who loves a girl, but not really.

I hear your heart from a mile away.
I stay lucid as night turns to day.
I see you laughing in that special way.
I’m not there, but your face does not fade.
You have always been such a such a trusting soul.
How can I desert you?
My attitude too brash, too bold.
How can I deserve you?
But I say, “Don’t count on me.”
You do not hear a word.
I plead, “Don’t count on me.”
Your reasons for trusting, so absurd.
Days are filled with work and little play.
A call from you lights my soul, but I have nothing to say.
I feel that you should go away.
I’m no good for you, but you don’t see it that way.
You’re too much of a trusting soul,
And here I am deserting you.
My attitude too brash, too bold.
I am not deserving of you.
So I say, “Don’t count on me.”
Still, you hear not a word.
Here I am pleading, “Don’t count on me.”
Still you trust in me, how absurd.

     Don’t count on me.
     I won’t be there.
     Don’t count on me.
     It’s not fair.
     To you, I warn.
           “Don’t count on me.”
           Don’t you see?

You can’t count on me.

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