hearing your songs about her
rips at parts of my brain
I am suppose to be okay
I know that you don't see me
the way you see her
but I'll keep thinking maybe your heart will change
and like patterns I trace down my thighs
with open eyes I see where you lie
and I will never get why
I never tried to find a way to be
with you
the way you want to be
with her
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 4:19 AM UTC
hearing your songs about her
rips at parts of my brain
I am suppose to be okay
I know that you don't see me
the way you see her
but I'll keep thinking maybe your heart will change
and like patterns I trace down my thighs
with open eyes I see where you lie
and I will never get why
I never tried to find a way to be
with you
the way you want to be
with her
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