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No one asked me what I wanted No one cares when you’re not wanted I am not the man I wanted But no one asked No one asked me who I loved No one cared I wasn’t loved
How do you feel? What if you were never told how you’re supposed to? What if no one told you to feel sad or feel glad or get mad, is that bad? Would we feel at all?
I asked him if he wanted to Learn my anatomy, And now I know his
In every life There is a gate Beyond the gate There is a road With many twists And turns it goes Where it stops Only dead ones know There is help On the side
Do not ask me what I was wearing My denim shorts were not an invitation Do not ask me what I was wearing My floral blouse did not have "YES" written on it Do not ask me what I was weaing
All he asked me was not to cry
Shit you can’t say to your teacher? It should be titled Shit I Should Say Math teachers working out polynomial equations and over exaggerated problems of how Bill bought twenty-three hundred apples;
if you could ask a question, anything on your mind, what exactly would you ask if you were given time? Say you met a tall man, who said he was a poet. "Do you have a question?" He would ask.