I see why its a crime
Though its civil
The pain of longing
of wishing
of uncertainty
I wonder if its done unto me
willingly
or if maybe
its just me
So since Im unsure
about whether Im well
or if I need a cure
I chose to be
its just me
I dream big plans
I still feel your hand
I chant I dont need a man
Im so full of shit
its just me
I allow the show to rerun
over and over
I dont stretch to change
Id rather just run
Id rather become new
Only to find the same result
I want new shoes
its just me
And that my distant non friend...
is just me... being me... talking aimlessly
Goodnight
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