I'm not afraid to tell you I love you
Just afraid you won't need me
So independent will my passes at you be in vain?
I could make you feel special yet
You indulge all that demeans
Like a discarded servant
You live to be controlled only by
Those who have no interest
My minds draws a blank when I think of us
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
I'm not afraid to tell you I love you
Just afraid you won't need me
So independent will my passes at you be in vain?
I could make you feel special yet
You indulge all that demeans
Like a discarded servant
You live to be controlled only by
Those who have no interest
My minds draws a blank when I think of us
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