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and they see you and they kiss you and tell you they love you, and they do.
and when you're lonely you think of them seeing you and kissing you and telling you they love you but they don't.
and when they don't you lose the world and think of all the people who could be loving you but they're not.
and you love the world for what it is and what it was just seems so much better.
staying in is all you wish to do
because you cannot make it like you used to
and everyone sees you as the shell you carry
but its not you, is it
no she's in there somewhere running around the back of your head scratching her nails down your skull trying to escape this and that and the other thing
and they tell you your eyes are darker than most
any excuse to leave the room
and when you're lonely you think of them seeing you and kissing you and telling you they love you but they don't.
and when they don't you lose the world and think of all the people who could be loving you but they're not.
and you love the world for what it is and what it was just seems so much better.
staying in is all you wish to do
because you cannot make it like you used to
and everyone sees you as the shell you carry
but its not you, is it
no she's in there somewhere running around the back of your head scratching her nails down your skull trying to escape this and that and the other thing
and they tell you your eyes are darker than most
any excuse to leave the room