Misunderstanding

Well don't tell me lies

And don't tell me your stories

Don't tell my your problems

Because I refuse to feel sorry

You can't bring me down

But can you help me up?

I will not listen

I do not dare

I do not bother

Because I do not care

These problems are yours

My problems are only sores

These problems have become sores

These problems have become yours

I will not listen to you

I do not care

I will not bother

Because I do not care

Don't give my your grief

Don't tell me your fables

I refuse to listen

Now it's the turning of the tables

Could you help me up?

Or will you just bring me down?

These problems have become torn

Your problems have become worn

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