I want to know
What I feel
Is falsehood's game
Or is it real
I want to tell
To scream and shout
What it's like
When you're about
I want you
To hold me tight
Reassure me
That it's alright
I want you
To lift my mood
Allow me to be
Slightly rude
I want to be
Myself again
Sunshine
After pouring rain
All these wants
May be true
All I really
want
is
you...
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