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Tell me what title fits this one

Maybe my eyes were open but I didn't see; you were closing your heart on me.
My guilt hands slap me on and on, shouting, "What's wrong with you" , I hurt you, I am sorry.
I changed my road to you; don't worry; that's why your eyes are my distinction.
I beg you, don't rent me your heart; let me stay for free. I will pay your taxes, or whatever it gonna be. Poor me your soul wine, get me drunk. gonna be Frank, I will drink like a camel, thirsty for you because I am not as silly as I may seem be.