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Attention

sometimes my mind goes racing
wondering what people must think of me
then I start to wonder �
what do I even think of myself? �
yeah, at times I can be an ass �
but what choices do I have? �
it�s clear to me that I�m cut from a different cloth �
not trying to say I�m better than anyone �
it�s just that my priorities �
don�t rely on me impressing anybody �
I simply am who I am �
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so find someone that needs it �
gets down on their knees to please for it �
breaks hearts just to clench upon it �
is willing to backstab a best friend for a moment of it
never me, so find someone else to give �
your attention �
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I�ve met a few attention seekers �
so good, they have it down to a T �
they come to me in desperate need �
I decide to help them out the best I could �
then they turn their backs to me �
rather go on to the next sucker �
anyone who will tell them what they want to hear �
rather than face the truth �
guess ignorance is bliss �
but I know I never want to be so pathetic �
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so find someone that craves it �
does anything, even die for it �
would kill just to hold on a little longer to it �
go to any length for a bitter taste of it �
never me, so find someone else to give �
your attention �
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another man�s trash is another man�s art �
so why waste my time doing what others expect? �
attention seems to be given to the least deserving �
like being lead into the dark from a stranger
that�s not me and never will be �
I�m a loving person �
I hold my hands out to anyone who�s true �
even enemies can become the best of friends �
but it�s always a two way street �
can�t be the only one who�s trying