I've been told that I have a double life
I never really noticed but if that's the case
I see it as my own private paradise.

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r-u-i-n,

or/and **** 》 someone or something,
in order to make them our definition of beautiful. ;;

Maybe It's an off day,
or maybe It's something more?
Maybe I'll go another year
without writing a word more.

I thought I was getting better,
maybe It's just the weather?
Maybe I'll never get it right,
but maybe I'll never pull it together.

Maybe we're on a break,
or maybe we're done forever.
So many questions
and my only response is "whatever".

I just want to be happy.
I just want to think clear.
I'm tired of living by a life or death choice.
I'm tired of living in fear.

Either be happy with what you have, make the best of it or change it, if anything just stop being so bitter.