On the curb again
Like so many times before
I've been tossed around so much
Now I barely feel it when my heart hits the floor
And that's a lie
Because when I open myself up
And you do this to me
I want to scratch myself out
So no one can see
I've walked around for hours
Trying to understand
Tearing myself apart
I'm left only with blood on my hands
The thoughts keep spinning
Inside my head
When I think of you
I wish I were dead
But I'll fake it
Pretend like I don't care
I won't give you the satisfaction
Of my pain
Though you would never see it
Because you're never there
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I could be your carpenter, and you could be my twinkling north star over the desert sky.
SIERRA!
Thanks. Glad you like it.
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