Hard Feelings
"Two mirrors in the middle of the world
Passersby thinking modern love"
Passersby thinking modern love"
Stoic, I repeated.
More than half of the time, I scrape through with out the taste of passion. I drag my flimsy legs passed some stiff competition and realize I'm so incapable. I'm so calm I'm pale safe to the edge of forgetting to speak and feel.
I'm excellent at ignoring myself. With myself, I've got nothing to lose. Unless being next to...
I know they're looking and I have to make them happy. Happier than I can never make the burning hole in my chest happy.
Passionless, I repeated.
It's either me or you. It'll never. I'll never. I can never. You may...
I can't fix myself It hurts to feel you.
More than half of the time, I scrape through with out the taste of passion. I drag my flimsy legs passed some stiff competition and realize I'm so incapable. I'm so calm I'm pale safe to the edge of forgetting to speak and feel.
I'm excellent at ignoring myself. With myself, I've got nothing to lose. Unless being next to...
I know they're looking and I have to make them happy. Happier than I can never make the burning hole in my chest happy.
Passionless, I repeated.
It's either me or you. It'll never. I'll never. I can never. You may...
I can't fix myself It hurts to feel you.
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