Called

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What do you want 

just tell me I’ll do it

Whatever it is

You’ll help me through it

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I can’t do it anyway 

Without your consent 

It must be from you

Or it will be a went

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Out on my own

And what “I thought”

Not what you told me

Exposed, uncovered and caught

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Out in the cold

Without protection or shield

Doubting my hearing, your voice

The yield

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That I feel

Whenever you direct me

That pause that I feel 

Whenever you arrest me

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From moving on my own

When I get too wise

When my math is a little off

When 2+2=5

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When I fill in the gap

I make the hole bigger

Driving without a map

My thumb on the trigger

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I can’t do this alone

This I confess

How do I do this on my own

This discovery process

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Can’t you just tell me who I am

What you made me to be

I can’t fail who I am

If it’s the me from thee

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Just tell me please

I won’t ask you again

Just tell me this time

And next time when

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You make a request

I will understand why

For I’ll know who I am

And willingly comply

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