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I've got another one of those days going again.
Why is it I can't stop thinking.
Why is it that whenever i dream, i some how go and fuck it up.
Why can't I get a slide in my direction.
Why can't I be the one standing their in the cold blustery snowy night on your corner,
just to see you go to sleep at night so i know your safe.
Why can't I be the one that is the last one to see you before you close your eyes.
Why can't I be the one to kiss your tears away when your sad?
Why can't I call be there to make you laugh when your down?
Why can't i be there to walk you dog and make you hot chocolate and cozy up next to a fire on a cold night.
Why?
....because i am a dumbass who can't contro lhis spending and spends too much time trying to be someone his friends want him to be.
thats why.