I’ll Never Be Free of Me

 

When I work it up to pick up the pen

It's dry

When finally I feel it’s my turn to talk

I lie

I wonder what you think of me

I wonder what you think of me

 

Waiting around at a different cafe

So I’m late

I did it on purpose so you wouldn't think 

It’s a date

I wonder what you think of me now

I wonder what you think of me

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(Instrumental)

 

I can’t help but feel all the glances you steal

At the table

The conversations about how you will prove

To be capable

You wonder what I think of me

If I am the only thing I see

 

All of the while

I wonder what you think of me

And from this affliction I will never be free

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Written by Kara Arena