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[whampsterface]

i can't do this anymore
Waiting isn't my dream
I expected warm things from life
And i expect you to want me

I've waited quietly
Every crick in the floor
Makes my eyebrows raise and eyes
open to see if your at the door.

It gets so regular
To expect and never find you
You came around a long time ago
And never returned, i guess i lose

And it's a long time to wait
Thinking of you while
Making strokes of paint
I promise myself that
I'll find you someday soon
I find that I only have guesses
When you give me no fucking clues.
something blah blah blah

I'm not quite myself