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I'm hidden in this pale skin, and yet easily enough to read.
Writing on my own time now.
My actions have no reasons but I didn't do it to make you want to leave.
I'm godforsaken stupid, but then again so brilliantly vague.
I didn't mean to fuck up and or course I never really do. Your angel with broken wings.
There's still this cramp inside me but letting it settle down on it's own. How you don't stop and you don't lose your mind is beyond what I have known.
Guess my contacts aren't so sharp
Guess my thoughts weren't so clear
Guess the things we had gone through left a lingering fear.
I want to tell you something, and we know I won't find the words but this face of a child says more than the way it looks.
When you're not there, and I'm alone, I pretend you're in the backseat of my car
Just to see how I am living and where
I have gone so far
Don't ever speak in riddles, because you'll only hit a wall.
And if you can't just say it clearly then don't say anything at all.
[The promise I never kept.]
If you love the one not meant for you
I'm completely in the dark then.
If this was something I had known all along
I wouldn't have let you see me struggle.
