As a combination, these days.
It's alright that you can't stand to see me,
Because of all the ways,
I live contrary to what you believe,
Is the best for your temperament.
And it's alright that I think you're wrong,
And that I'm heaven-sent.
And it's alright,
That we're stuck with each other,
And our days are filled with tension and anger,
And the question, "what's it all for?"
And why it's alright,
Is because when I sleep,
I live moments with you,
Completely magical, that I keep.
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