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It’s funny
You and me
It’s funny
I’m funny
It’s hard to take me seriously
Because it’s hard to take any of this
Seriously
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Don’t take me too seriously
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Love me
Write about me
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Good lord, delete
I pray to god I’m not so
Cocky as to ask for such praise
Though we all have to admit--
Ok fine, I won’t tell you to admit
I know how you hate to be told
--Validation can be pretty **** nice
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No No
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Exasperated
I’m all over the floor
Spilled out for you
Oh ****, you’re coming
Quick, clean up
Fast
Get it all together
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my heart, its gone
its gone
she roams free
apart from me
i did not mean
to turn her loose
another heart  
set her free
shall she return,
will she know me for
my mind or body
when you find my body
do not weep
for though we are ugly,
our kiss sinks deep
the graceful ones
see right through me
but only you can say
whats trash or beauty
for you're the heart
so many long for
and now you're stuck
with me
and i wouldn't know
what for

sunshine doesn't always mean warmth
love doesn't always mean worth
a heart doesn't always mean theres a soul
life doesn't always need a goal
eyes don't always mean sight
punishment never means right
whats normal might strike you as odd
sometimes theres faith without any god

Grant me a corner
in which to cry;
through joyous eyes
I saw my son born,
through bleeding eyes
I watched him die.
Grant me a corner
in which to cry.

Permit me a quiet place;
let tender fingers
sew together
a wounded heart,
which through
my son's death,
has been torn apart.
Permit me
a healing place.

Allow me a soft bed
on which to rest;
let someone soothe
my aching brow;
keep the memory
of my first born son,
not amidst the dry reeds
or dull souls,
but amongst the best.
Allow me a bed
on which to rest.