Like a cat chasing a red ribbon
I chase after your vision
Like an owl hunting for prey at night
I hunt for your footprints in dim light
Like an insane hunchbacked
I keep expecting different results from the same act
Like a phone without reception
I'm left all alone in a self-deception
My money's gone
But my hope won't let me move on
I wait, yet I wait
For any update
''You told me you'd call me back. You haven't. Do you not like me anymore? Am I not good enough for you? ''
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