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Imagine if I could actually count all the times I told you I was sober when I wasn’t
Think of how many lies I have told
And I wonder tonight where my heart is
This is not supposed to be unfelt
This numbness in me is a weight I cannot get off my shoulders
I should be crying
Feeling
Moving and perhaps just a little upset
Or sad
But instead I have this straight face that shows the world I fear nothing
And truthfully, I do not know what I do
Nothing makes me cry
I do not feel anything but
Disgust
Anger
Annoyed
Where is my mind?
I'm thinking about lying in bed with you
Naked and I am bare
I am holding onto nothing
You no longer exist
We don't talk
I wish you'd grow up
Let's keep in touch
You're no friend of mine
We can never go back to holding hands

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