When the smoke clears in front of me
then I can plainly see
The true picture of our friendship
and what you mean to me
My feelings are trying to decide
if the attraction is love or lust
I really would like for you to be
a friend whom I can trust
Some of the remarks you make
I don't understand at all
My legs seem to weaken from hurt
I fear that I might fall
The tackful way you express yourself
it could easily be a joke
I wish that you could feel some empathy
and stop just blowing smoke



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