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At the end of the day when there's no one but me & you. When there's no light & just darkness. Underneath my makeup, I want you to be able to see the pain in my eyes. The tears stained on my cheeks. The broken words left on my lips. The hate in my heart & the loneliness of my soul. I want you to see the bags under my eyes from sleepless nights. Or the crying behind my laughs. I want you to be able to touch me without feeling like you have to fix me. But importantly, when I am fixed, I want to be the *muse behind the freshness of your being...
OK! OK! I'm awake
You come in here and put your fingers all over me
Some of you go rattling off like a machine gun
Some of you hit me so hard, I feel like I'm going to break
Then, there are those who two finger me to death
I feel like Rodney Dangerfield; how about some respect
Sincerely, your keyboard : )

PS. Thanks for the food crumbs but please keep your fingernails to yourself
I'm an IT guy; I just had a moment : )
He always envied but he always told
     me :  

Harsh truths are facts
You shouldnt go but you can always
     look back
I cant tell you hurtin' , dont you know
      you deserve better than that ?
I can see you cry when you laugh
****..
What is bothering you so bad ?
You walk with confidence
More like cockiness
Your charm is elegant
But you're so belligerent
You get so insecure when it comes to
      commitment                              
You say you ready but you end up      
      slippin'                                      
You dont wanna be tied down so you
      start trippin'
****..                                            
I really wish things were different ...

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