There's a constant worry,
That I want to go away,
It's this thing of caring,
That's not going my way,
With such a heated passion,
I want some lives to be fine,
As long as those few have good lives,
I don't particularly care about mine,
If there could be confirmation,
They'd have no need to cry,
Then it'd be easier,
For me to live my lie.
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