Balance of trade
There are no written directions
Just individual perceptions
In reality there is no affection
If so its immaculate conception
I never seem to figure this out
attraction unreciprocated No Doubt
But why did it ever have to sprout
Why couldn't these feelings reroute
Cause where does my mind go from here
Your still someone i revere
but my heart has to surely stand clear
Because it must not interfere
Once again to the shadows ill fade
This will be my last serenade
Knowing this was a balance of trade
Waiting for God to show me the way.
Just individual perceptions
In reality there is no affection
If so its immaculate conception
I never seem to figure this out
attraction unreciprocated No Doubt
But why did it ever have to sprout
Why couldn't these feelings reroute
Cause where does my mind go from here
Your still someone i revere
but my heart has to surely stand clear
Because it must not interfere
Once again to the shadows ill fade
This will be my last serenade
Knowing this was a balance of trade
Waiting for God to show me the way.
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