You're just around,
When you want a date.
You were supposed to be my best friend.
You come around,
Like you're all I have to rely on,
And I drown in you for a moment,
And then you are gone.
Back to them.
And you're quick to ask me out,
But not to help me up.
That's something I don't understand.
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