long nights make for even longer days
each word clumsily falls from my fingertips
drips into this keyboard and takes on a world
of its own
Its one of those days again
Down
Don't know how long this one's
gonna last
Barely made it through the last stretch
the mirror holds nothing for me
who the fuck is that guy
old
pale
white
tired
How is it possible to hate
the skin you wear
and yet know that its
handsome enough to take home
the entire lot
They're not privi
to the knowledge you and I
have of myself
And that's why I love you
Never asked for more than
exactly what I am
Unfortunately it's always too much
or
never enough
I hate this hit or miss scene
Its not a love 'em
and leave 'em thing
Because I can't love anyone but you
and you've made it impossible to leave
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