Breaking our hands apart
In this loud mini-mart
You hate that touch
It’s just too much
Well when will it be enough?
That’s just tough
Pretending to care
I make this one swear
You’ll be taken care of
When will I get this love?
Retrieving this caring hand back from you
Just give me one **** clue
You’re not what I was expecting
Your old soul is not worth resurrecting
What’s with all this mess?
This is just my best guess
We’re too unalike
Thrown into this month long sike
I said that’s it
Enough of this endless pit
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
Breaking our hands apart
In this loud mini-mart
You hate that touch
It’s just too much
Well when will it be enough?
That’s just tough
Pretending to care
I make this one swear
You’ll be taken care of
When will I get this love?
Retrieving this caring hand back from you
Just give me one **** clue
You’re not what I was expecting
Your old soul is not worth resurrecting
What’s with all this mess?
This is just my best guess
We’re too unalike
Thrown into this month long sike
I said that’s it
Enough of this endless pit
- T.G.
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