sorry cory

Feb 26, 2003 17:38

Hands nervously wandering
Searching for something
To hold onto
Yet nothing
Seemed good enough

Uncomfortable in my own skin
Antsy about time
Half wishing you were not here
To witness such a mess
Mascara run dry

I came to the realization
It was you I needed
To hold onto
It was just me
The entire time
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