Don't ask me how I'm doing.
You can see that I'm not well.
Don't ask the questions,
That my presence clearly tells.
Don't analyze my darting eyes,
Because you know they are in pain.
Don't tell me that you really care,
Your words are all in vain.
Don't give my ill a title,
It won't help it go away.
Don't search for deeper meaning,
In all the words I say.
Don't think you've gotten me figured,
Because I won't play the part.
Don't mess around with my feelings,
I've got a damaged heart.
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