If you would listen...ah, but why ask that?
I know you won't and so I could derive
Any proposition I aimed at
By working from that principle. I strive
To be as fair to you as I can be
Yet every step you fight me as if I
By thinking of the possibility
Of your attention spread a filthy lie
About your character. Is it so bad
That I imagine for a second you
Might care if I was happy just a tad?
Or is that simply something you won't do,
And so my efforts are all merely vain?
If so, please tell: it's driving me insane.
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