Like a paper that’s been crinkled up, I cant be perfect again
why am i senselessi cant smell, taste, or feel myself
the only thing i can do
is see
i see your beautiful face
being pushed and pulled away
and when i think im done with you
you scamper back into my life
i see my self-image in the mirror
drained of life and passion
im used up
im done for
im cold on the inside
and hot to the to the touch
i just don’t understand
you tell me that its not your fault
that you family hates me
yet you don’t even want to try?
am i a lost cause?
what about the night before?
we had fun ...
i guess i just set myself up for emotional punishment
i guess im just a glutton for pain
i guess im just old news now
dont let me rain on your parade
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