What is it, who is it?
Whom shall I be in it with?
When’s my turn
When can I take a chance
To be shot by an arrow
Cupid’s gift?
Overrated
Too good to be true
What’s left of me with no one
I haven’t the slightest clue
Can you miss it?
Something you’ve never had
Should I go in and find it
Look for it
My sincerest comrade?
Do I give it back
When it’s found?
Or do I take it and run?
Leaving no trace
Filled with greed
I’m lost and I can’t begin to stand
On this solid ground
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