My friend, you are strange(r) to me
Sometimes you're kind
Other times you just slide
Away
My mind is kind of open
You can see
But the more I try to get closer
The more your brain is closed to me
You like to listen
Not as much you like to be listened
Sometimes my words seem to passs by
And you don't even notice
This time you answer, please:
What kind of confused friends are we?
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